George is a scientist, but he doesn’t think like one. Or, I should say, he doesn’t think like most people expect a scientist to think. He loves biology for its beauty. He sees the art in life. He sees the hand of the Artist behind it. George is a scientist, but he’s also a poet. […]
“And the Lord did grin. And the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats . . .” Hey, gang! It’s that time again. What time, you ask? Time to celebrate! And to feast–not upon lambs, sloths, carp, etc.–but upon words. As host
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The conductor raised his baton, cued the poet, and the phone sang in tune with the music of the spheres. Or something like that. Her husband sat at the table nearby sorting the mail. She’d just read the poem on the screen silently to herself. Twice. And, as she had so many times before, she
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But girl, don’t they warn ya? It pours, man, it pours . . .” Ah! What could be better than welcoming spring whilst frolicking amid nature’s lavish verdancy at Mount Hermon Christian Writers Conference in beautiful, sunny California? Not a thing if you have an umbrella. It rained pretty much the whole five days. The
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I’m about to disappear for a while. (Wouldn’t it be fun to really disappear for a day? — to walk around unseen, listening to other people’s conversations, finding out what they say about you when you’re not around . . . or, um, on second thought, never mind.) Anyway, back to my original topic. March
Today I posted some thoughts about dreams at THE MASTER’S ARTIST. Please stop by. And before you leave, be sure to share your thoughts with the class!
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Good morning, LJ-land. *taps microphone* Testing . . . testing. Is this thing on? Okay. I have a little announcement to make. If you consider yourself a writer (or someone who would like to be a writer), and if you consider yourself a Christian, come check out the first-ever celebration extravaganza hoop-de-doo going on HERE.
Maker of moments, Designer of days, Purify my motives — let my ways Be sanctified, from selfish aims Redeemed. And when I cannot see For churning passion (mud-encumbered Ego feet, dragging half the world), free This foolish bird who simply longs To fly. Loose the chains of gains That weight the wings, and sing Your
I’m telling you this because I love you. And I want the best for you. Ready? Okay. If you’ve forgotten how to fly, you must see Finding Neverland. I’m serious. Do not pass “go.” Do not collect $200. Just see it. Today I posted my thoughts on the movie — along with a story about
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We arrived home from our trip to Seattle a little after 11:00 PM last night. Today I’m busy with all the usual gone-for-a-week duties: mail, laundry, groceries, and blah-de-blah. Meanwhile a restless pack of partially formed perceptions are jostling about in my brain — stories demanding release. I keep promising them I will, but not
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