Author Archives: jackpelham

It’s a funny thing about the writer—Who knew how to put his fingerOn something we could not—To see a thing we had not yet seen—To fill in the blanksAbout which we had only wondered so far—

If he tastes and sees that the Lord is good,Will he not take more? Yet, year after year,He takes no more—So far as we can see—Even as he assures us that“The Lord is good, indeed!”And makes excuses as to whyHe … Continue reading →

I re-post this 2021 post from my Facebook page in honor of my son James’ 19th birthday. My son’s a man today, in conventional thinking. But he does not come by it suddenly. It did not come upon him all … Continue reading →

When has God ever—That Almighty,That King of Kings,That Lord of Hosts,That Creator of us all— When has he ever,In all his boundless power,Made a man more righteousThan the man was willing to be?

The more I learn how to ask good questions,The more people I meet who avoid them, Some of whom are those who do not seem To like the answer, “I don’t know”,And who will pretend that they do. They are … Continue reading →

If I should live a thousand years,I shall never understandWhy they have such outrageOver calling a liar a liarAnd none over the lie itself—Unless it is because,In calling out the lie,The challenger is threatening the very essence of their being—Desecrating … Continue reading →

They tell me I do many things well,But in having learned to do this many things well enough That they should have gotten this impression of me,I have discovered this fortunate irony:I have learned that I could do most all … Continue reading →

When God made man, both male and female,He made them that they should give a formal account for themselvesWhen it was all said and done, at least—If not from time to time before thatIn special cases.This was the nature of … Continue reading →

Even in this darkness,Where one gets the feelingThat the evil fashion of the dayIs viler than the market will truly Bear in the long run—And that the wearied masses are,For the most part, Just quietly going with the flow—Some for … Continue reading →

One contacts me to give me something,And a thousand, to sell me something.