so looking to the sky ¡ will sing and from my heart to YOU ¡ bring…
Henry V 🎭
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Willy `•.
“Every subject’s duty is the king’s
but every subject’s soul is his own.”
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The Allman Brothers ♭:-
“You got to let your soul shine—
shine till the break of day.”
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Me `’.,°~
No crown I need…
nor strong drink…
lovelight within—
my soul won’t sink.
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The spirit of man is the candle of the Lord… — Proverbs 20:27 t…
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Who was your most influential teacher? Why?
This is Pastor Wendell Wilson…
he discipled me.
I met him in June of 2o08…
and ended up living with him for about five years.
He ran a Christian rehab for men down in Florida…
and after I finished the program…
he asked me to stay on…
become his resident director.
So I did.
I served there for four years…
and somewhere in all that time…
he became more than a pastor to me…
he became a father.
He was one of a kind…
a remarkable man.
I could tell you story after great story…
so many memories…
but what stands out most…
is how he lived…
How he loved people…
I’ve never met anyone who genuinely loved others like he did…
And the way he spoke to you…
man… he had a way with words. He backed them up too.
He would say things to you…
right in the moment…
exactly when you needed to hear it most.
One profound thing he told me that never left…
“Son… people would rather see a sermon any day… than hear one.”
That stuck like Chuck with me.
I still carry it.
Because as powerful as words can be…
they don’t mean much without something behind them.
I can say the most beautiful things…
turn your stupid heart to jello…
but at some point…
I need to shut my mouth…
and be about it.
Show you.
Let you see it.
Because I’d rather see something real…
than hear something perfect.
No matter how well penned it is…
it’s empty…
it has to be lived…
it’s just beautifully nothing…
I’d rather see things clearly…
and say things simply…
let action… with feeling… be the real pen…
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Pastor Wendell passed away at his home in 2o16…
surrounded by friends and family…
and it was beautifully real… to see.
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Yesterday, the Lord dealt with me all day about writing short stories in the future.
He reminded me of a time when I was about 10 years old. I shot and killed a bluebird that was resting on a clothesline. I was so sad. I held it in my hands, crying.
I took it to my mother, thinking we could save it — but it was too late.
Yesterday, God brought that moment back to my mind.
And He gave me an idea for a story… how that bird could represent Christ dying for me.
He also gave me the title
Soft Blued Kings
I spent three hours last night just trying to write the opening sentence. With His help, this is what I came up with
Way up in a lone Georgia pine, proud were the wings of two —
a bird of a father, a son true blue.
This story will take some time.
I’m going to take it slow…
and allow the Lord to help me write every bit of it.
It will be my first short story like this, and maybe the first of many.
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Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 