A quest for COMMON SENSE and ANCIENT WISDOM! Welcome to a Safe Place for the suffering and those sincerely searching for Light in the shadow-lands. May you find inspiration for the journey!
What can we actually know about the real Jesus, the guy who walked this earth some 2000 years ago? Have layers of tradition inevitably changed and shaped the picture we now have of him? How reliable are the recorded accounts of the life of Jesus that are presented in the New Testament Gospels of the Bible today? Take a minute to watch this video consider things from the view of a forensic detective... When reading a modern English translation, we might get the nagging thought that we are so far removed from the original — realty, 2000 years is a long time since Jesus walked he earth! The printing press is a relatively modern invention, so it is natural to ask if perhaps errors and omissions and editing crept into the hand-written copying process. This is important to dig into. How can there be any claim of truth to the Bible if it has kept changing over time? Remarkably, we have an astounding amount of carefully preserved ancient manuscript evidence to compare; far more tha...
A Book Review By Kenton J. Kutney Howard and Esther McIlveen, Would You Know My Name? (Essence Publishing). It's not very often we get a glimpse into life after death. In fact, the whole dying process is something we typically avoid unless or until the issue comes close to home. Then the questions become urgent, like that searching song about seeing a loved one in heaven, where Eric Clapton asks, "Would You Know My Name?" A book has been written in answer to that very question by two unique people who seem, through their own life experiences, to have been given more than average opportunities to investigate and illuminate death. In Would You Know My Name? Howard and Esther McIlveen mix prose, poetry, theology, song lyrics, eulogy and even a poignant letter from two girls in farewell to their deceased father. The McIlveens have demonstrated in their lives and in their writing an ability to listen. As a result their latest written work is full of meaning. click here to ...
I guess this will be my un-spooky post on All Hallows’ Eve. The pic we took from our back deck sparked an idea for a poem but this all I’ve got so far. ...I find peace outdoors in the serenity of a crisp Autumn night like this, backlit clouds breaking to reveal a silver moon. How many of our ancestors looked up in wonder to the heavens — how seldom do we bother to get beyond the light pollution of ‘civilization’ and lift up our heads or downcast souls. Imagine what a monumental discovery it must have been to first perceive the moon actually has no light of its own to give but is only reflecting the sun back to us in our darkness. Seeing the true source of our light and life indirectly is always the human condition, lest we become blinded by its glory. Over the past decade one of the less serious symptoms of my chronic illness has been extreme sensitivity to light. As other dog walkers would ritually pause to watch the setting sun on our west coast, I alone woul...
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