The standing fields [ready to harvest]were the legions who hadn't filled their God-vacuum with the One who was born to fill it; the standing fields were those who waited for someone to reach out and speak the truth, and tell them how they might be saved.

When the trees and the power lines crashed around you, when the very roof gave way above you, when the light turned to darkness and water turned to dust, did you call on Him? When you called on Him, was He somewhere up there, or was He as near as your very breath?

Easter is never deserved.

Lord, make me a blessing to someone today

In Ireland there’s no such thing as bad weather ~~~ only the wrong clothes. (In the Company of Others)

In World War One, they called it shell shock. Second time around, they called it battle fatigue. After 'Nam, it was post-traumatic stress disorder.

I believe that's when God first started speaking to my heart--the very day I started speaking to His!