I've discovered a new art form that has been encroaching on my pen as primary communication mode the last four months, with no end in sight--scroll saw art. There are some vague ideas swirling in my feeble old brain about how I might combine the two, but in the meantime it scratches the creative itch most efficaciously! You may check it out in the link below.

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There are two new pages to this website (links in right column), one entitled, Poetry Corner, if you are so inclined, and another entitled, A Personal Invitation. I would urge you, dear reader, for the sake of your eternal soul, to spend some time on that one. God willing, it will be the best investment of your time you'll ever make. Our Sovereign God still reigns! Never has that seemed more important.

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John Wetterling 1945-2015

I spent ten weeks at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota at the end of last year with my brother. He did not make it in spite of the best efforts of some of the best doctors on the planet. We've been close all our lives, but grew even closer in those trying days in ICU. My grieving lasted about a fortnight after he went to be with the Lord. Now I'm just envious. See you soon, brother.

In heav’n two brothers now reside
I long to enter in.
My elder is the Son of God—
His blood paid for my sin.
My younger suffered long and hard,
But faith gained him the win.

I’ve often wondered why it was
John had so many trials,
While I, big brother, got a pass
In spite of countless fails.
By grace John bore it all with class
The scheme of Satan pales …

Why, LORD, so long in Mayo’s care
Without recovery?
Perhaps a doubting nurse was there
Who heard two brothers pray,
And sought with scripture to compare,
And thence she found the Way?

Our sov’reign God controls it all
We need not know the how.
If such travail saved just one soul,
On bended knee we’ll bow,
With thanks for giving us a role
In His salvation vow.

Perhaps it’s wrong but I can’t hide
The feeling that haunts me.
In just eight days since brother died,
My grief’s now jealousy.
His joy’s complete. From sin he’s freed,
But mine I ever see.

O LORD, you’ve numbered all my days
Before the first one was.
They dwindle down but they’re your ways—
My fitness You must cause.
Renew in me a heart ablaze,
Eradicate my flaws.