Why I write: by Heidi Kratzke

Friday, July 9, 2010

I write because I want people to encounter Jesus: on the written page, with each arching letter formed by the pen; and even in between the lines. In the air, as sound waves resonate in awakening minds. Minds that process pure truth, pure love being shared and deliver the cues straight to the heart.

I want the words–each word I release–to bring hope to those without, healing to those broken, and deliverance to those bound. God has made me to be a freedom writer. By His Spirit, I will write.

My vision is growing; dim at first, but already the blaze has engulfed much of what I once wanted to be. I will likely die a writer never recognized by the masses as such; but, and this is key, I will die a writer. It is what my Father created me to be.

I take this given talent, all of it, and in the most sincere way I know how–I want to give it out. Through me, through these words I master and fumble, pray and plea, may my Creator be glorified.

O Son, Son: by Timothy James

Friday, July 9, 2010

Out on the run

Chasing nothing but the wind

This sun has set for him

Feeling worthless within

From a lifestyle of sin

How long the road back now begins

O brother, brother

Throwing quite a fit

This sun is as hot as it gets

Having toiled all day

Full of striving and hate

How hard is his heart towards him

O father, father

Giving life to his sons

Running to crown the undone

Healing their broken hearts

With a shining smile on his face

A place at his feast for each one