Master’s Degree
June 23, 2026
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Puzzled, people considered my suit, and stared at my shoes. “Where’d you study?” they said. “What school did you choose?” “What doctorate letters come after
Puzzled, people considered my suit, and stared at my shoes. “Where’d you study?” they said. “What school did you choose?” “What doctorate letters come after
Sharing God’s glory—now that’s something grand. It’s growing in his nature as we walk hand-in-hand. A heart that’s washed clean, as only God can do,
When you start your first draft, fling the doors open wide. Let your thoughts tumble out. Don’t fence them inside. No tiptoeing, no whispering, no
Today we should peek at the why and the when, At heartfelt sparks that inspire now and again. Why words tap your shoulder and whisper,
Oh scientists peer with a squint and a stare, At stars way up there, things up in the air. They measure and test with a
I once said, “Map it all out—every mile, every bend. Know where you’re going right up to the end.” But walking with God follows a
Obedience showed up wearing soft velvet shoes, While Sacrifice boomed with the sound of “Choose!” “I’m louder,” Sacrifice said. “I sparkle and shout.” But God
Pagan prophets shouted and danced in a line. “Hey, Baal. Can you hear us? Please give us a sign.” They screamed until their throats were
There once was a writer who had tools galore, Software and hardware—and much, much more. He said, “AI can do the work for me, I
They didn’t have steeples or bells that went ding, No stage or pews lined in rows, no choirs to sing. People gathered in homes with
Writing at first went whoosh! with a sparkle and spin. New words danced about, shouting, “Let’s begin.” The keyboard felt enchanted. The page was new.
“I die every day,” is what Paul used to say— Not the ending of life, but the self fading away. A pruning, a trimming, a