
Much More to Gain
A psychiatrist once said, with a tilt and a grin, “There’s pain to avoid and pleasure to be in. Those two forces drive us from

A psychiatrist once said, with a tilt and a grin, “There’s pain to avoid and pleasure to be in. Those two forces drive us from

If I could sit with a book to just listen and learn, With an author I love, at a campfire’s warm turn, I wouldn’t ask,

God is greater than we can imagine. Immensely so— More worthy of praise than we could ever know. So clap, dance, and shout. Let your

Now is a good time to press on, although we feel weak— Exposing fears that make us hide when we should speak. The blank page

Long ago in the sky so shiny and bright, God made angels to love him and do right. They sang and they served in happy

We live in a world with endless pleasures and flings With pictures and music where temptation sings. Thoughts tap into our minds and tug at

I once thought talent was the glitter and shine, But shine has no sparkle without will and design. A talent lies sleeping, shut fast in

With hands on the keyboard, I was ready to write, With plans piled up and my intentions just right. But buzzes and beeps and a

It’s a tragic, odd day—quite a puzzling sight— When Christian writers don’t shine much light. You squint at their pages and scratch at your head:

On the Fourth of July, when the sparklers all gleam, With hot dogs and baseball and dreams of ice cream, We picnic and laugh in

“Self-made,” the voice said with a puffed-up parade. I need no help. No advice. See the things I’ve made.” But paths built on pride may

A student forever. Hip-hip-hooray! I’d ask and I’d wonder and circle and chew On questions that led to hundreds more too. I loved how ideas