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My notes on Acts 1
Iâve been playing with a new poetry type: found poetry.
I started an idea and wondered if y'all had any thoughts?
Curtis an investment expert and time traveler sets out to October, 1929 where he succeeds in stopping the stock market crash and the great depression.
Without the great depression Hitler and the Nazis never came to power so WWII never happened. Without the war the British never developed Colossus and the USA never developed ENIAC, both integral to the start of the computer era. Without them Curtis returns âhomeâ to a computer-less time. He can't in good conscience go back to make the market crash so he must learn to live without computers. Curtis comes to realize without computers, which he might be able to recreate, the world is better, more maybe less connected, but more humane.
In response to to a prayer i wrote in April concering the KFC murders of 1983
My child, I have heard you.
I have seen every tear that has fallen in silence.
I know the weight carried by those who wake each day with unanswered questions.
Nothing has escaped My sight.
What was taken unjustly matters to Me.
What was hidden from the world is not hidden from Me.
Justice is not lost in My keeping.
I do not erase the pain, but I walk with them through it.
I give strength where hearts are weary
and peace where grief still speaks loudly.
The forgotten are remembered by Me.
The unknown is known to Me.
And in time, truth will rise.
Hold fast.
I am near.
I am just.
And I will not fail them.
âThe Lord
An entry in my Kenneth L. Patton journal.
My newest entry in my Kenneth L. Patton journal.
My notes are purple. From August 2024 Truth of Life Magazine.
There is a quiet freedom in remembering this:
Iâm not called to mirror other believers. Iâm called to mirror Christ.
Not the Christ shaped by culture or expectationsâ
but the Christ who sat with the hurting,
who lifted the outcasts,
who broke rules for the sake of love,
who saw every soul as worthy of compassion.
When I compare myself to other Christians, I lose sight of the One who first called my name.
But when I look to Christ, Iâm reminded of the path I want to walkâ
the path of gentleness, mercy, truth, courage, and radical compassion.
A path where love is the measure.
Where grace is the language.
Where light is the offering.
I donât want to be known for how closely I resemble a group.
I want to be known for how closely I resemble Christâs heart.
May my words reflect His tenderness.
May my actions reflect His healing.
And may my life, imperfect as it is, still carry His light into the places that need it most.
Thank you @arnoldsnakeynator and everyone who got me to 5 reblogs!
There is a quiet freedom in remembering this:
Iâm not called to mirror other believers. Iâm called to mirror Christ.
Not the Christ shaped by culture or expectationsâ
but the Christ who sat with the hurting,
who lifted the outcasts,
who broke rules for the sake of love,
who saw every soul as worthy of compassion.
When I compare myself to other Christians, I lose sight of the One who first called my name.
But when I look to Christ, Iâm reminded of the path I want to walkâ
the path of gentleness, mercy, truth, courage, and radical compassion.
A path where love is the measure.
Where grace is the language.
Where light is the offering.
I donât want to be known for how closely I resemble a group.
I want to be known for how closely I resemble Christâs heart.
May my words reflect His tenderness.
May my actions reflect His healing.
And may my life, imperfect as it is, still carry His light into the places that need it most.
Watermelon Seeds
A fairy carriedÂ
watermelon seedsÂ
in a shred of clothÂ
in her pocketÂ
through the forestÂ
as thunder boomed overhead.Â
But the pouch had
a hole and the seeds
fell out during the journey.
Once the fairy discovered
this it was too late
to recover the seedsÂ
due to the rain.Â
The fairy thoughtÂ
for a momentÂ
and then smiledÂ
knowing watermelonÂ
would grow somewhereÂ
in the forest even ifÂ
it wasn't her desired garden.Â
Watermelon Seeds
A fairy carriedÂ
watermelon seedsÂ
in a shred of clothÂ
in her pocketÂ
through the forestÂ
as thunder boomed overhead.Â
But the pouch had
a hole and the seeds
fell out during the journey.
Once the fairy discovered
this it was too late
to recover the seedsÂ
due to the rain.Â
The fairy thoughtÂ
for a momentÂ
and then smiledÂ
knowing watermelonÂ
would grow somewhereÂ
in the forest even ifÂ
it wasn't her desired garden.Â
The Ultimate Artist
To truly understand the heart of an artist one must study their work. By sittting still and examining their techniques, their color choices, and by comparing their work to others' like it and unlike it; one is able to understand the heart of the artist that created the piece.Â
God is the ultimate artist as the creator of the universe. His creations are so a mazing and numerous that one cant study them all in a lifetime. No human artist can match his creations rather they are creating mirrors of what God has already created. This isn't a bad thing or a lack, so to speak, rather its the nature of creating art.Â
We are all God's cherished creations. No human is perfect and of course doesn't live up to the original creator just as a painting of a sunset may be beautiful but it doesn't capture all the original beauty.Â
Just wanted to share a work in progress.
Poem by Kenneth L. Patton