Response from Above
June 16, 2026
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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
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
Johnny worked his words in his own way, Counting how many were written each day. With a wink, God said, “What are you thinking? What
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
He trained with a stopwatch, a whistle, a chart, With fire in his legs and great hope in his heart. He dreamed of the tape,
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
John asked and searched and Googled all day. He clicked every link in the most logical way. He tried this answer and that—ruling out a
Writers should say, “What if?” not, “I know,” With humble steps, both firm and slow. They walk with God through day and night, Trusting questions
We ask for a map with the whole road in sight, Each turn marked in ink and the timing just right. But God gives a
With hands on the keyboard, prepare for a fight As you plow through words from morning till night. If you’re writing for God, keep your
I once met a writer who shouted, “No rules. I write what I feel. I don’t use grammar tools.” But her words ran amok. They