Monthly Archives: September 2015

Revelation 1:14 “His head and hair were like wool, as white as snow.” In most cultures white hair is a sign of wisdom, as I assume it is here in John’s vision of Jesus Christ. We might say, he is … Continue reading →

I enjoy stepping out in the morning, as I did this morning, as the sun is beginning to evaporate the night dew. The rose petals carry jewels of dew, each a magnifying glass.  Rose jewels?

Revelation 1:12 – 13 “When I turned I saw…someone like a son of man…with a golden sash around his chest.” This “someone,” Jesus Christ, was once a limp corpse hanging in death on the Roman cross on Calvary outside the … Continue reading →

One of my favorite butterflies, the red admiral, here showing its underside. I never saw a quilt or a landscape more varied or beautiful than this.  The patches of color are quite distinct, yet together, they blend in a hymn … Continue reading →

Revelation 1:10 “On the Lord’s day I was in the Spirit and heard behind me a loud voice like a trumpet… I turned around to see the voice that was speaking to me…  And when I turned I saw… someone … Continue reading →

A weird spider outside the window.  Heather Palmer identified this one – marbled orb weaver.  Now we know!  September seems to be a good month to observe spiders.  Keep your eyes open!

Revelation 1:9 “I, John, your brother and companion in the suffering and kingdom and patient endurance that are ours in Jesus.” The older brother, John, introduces himself to the readers.  “Your brother and companion in suffering.”  He was suffering on … Continue reading →

Our gorgeous trumpet vine.  Trying to attract insects, no doubt, to fertilize it. Humming birds like this flower.  So do I.

Revelation 1:8 “‘I am the Alpha and the Omega,’ says the Lord God, ‘who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty.’” When circumstances unsettle us we do well to shift our eyes from the present frustration … Continue reading →

A caterpillar lodges itself up under the picnic table, preparing to form a chrysalis. In a rather short time the caterpillar becomes, amazingly, a winged butterfly, a startling reality.   I think of the verse, “We shall all be changed.”