Author Archives: jackpelham

Isn’t it interesting that even though God says, “Vengeance is mine; I will repay”,We humans do have the meansTo cross that line ourselvesDoing what is only God’s to do?

It’s amazing how fruitful One person’s influenceCan be in the hearts of thoseWho are willing to be influenced—And how it can fall utterly flatIn the hearts of those who aren’t.

Not everything that happens to you is God’s will. Don’t forget the obvious: There is still sin and error in this world—Things that he himself warns against—Things that even common experience in this worldWarns against—Things that those who harm us … Continue reading →

When under constant attackBy enemies of truth,How could any human soul Thrive and flourishAnd be happy—Unless, possibly,Under the profound influenceOf an unusually clear and palpable hopeThat better and eternal things Do surely await thoseWho endure and overcome?

It’s pretty simple, really.Here’s how it works. If a guy truly loves Truth, justice, righteousness, goodness,Honor, wisdom, and love—And if you should show him his faultIn any of these things,Or the like—Then he will correct himself.Period.

An unscrupluous seller exhibits narcissist-like behavior on a free piano deal. So, a dear friend sends me a link to a pretty good piano being given away for free on Facebook Marketplace. So I decided to get involved for her … Continue reading →

I’m still thinking. It’s what I do—Except when I don’t—And believe me,I’m still stinging From those indiscretions!

The winter fog has laidIts carpet of diamondsOn the old snow,In time for the sun’s inspection.

Not altogether unappreciated, mind you, But different,He wears them out with this thinking,Having come from the factory, it seems,With it turned up to eleven,And having since figured out on his ownHow to turn it up to twelve or thirteen, maybe—In … Continue reading →

Some wear their insecurities on their sleeves—Obvious to all but the clueless at first glance—And voicing them constantly to themselves,As if there were serious danger in forgetting them. Others do not live this way,And have to strain to imagineWhat life … Continue reading →