Contemplation and Restoration


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I never had a spiritual “aha moment” — that life-changing awakening that comes like a smack on the back of the head from Special Agent Gibbs of NCIS. It just never happened.

I grew up a “preacher’s kid” in the Bahamas with wonderful, compassionate parents. My father was a local Bahamian minister who married a lovely American missionary girl who never went back home. From them I learned a lot about caring and sharing, morals and ethics, but I never learned how to develop intimate communion – that connection to the Divine that only comes with soul-searching and meditation. But maybe that’s something that can’t actually be taught. Continue reading

Following hard after God

Following Hard after God

O God, I have tasted Thy goodness, and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more. I am painfully conscious of my need of further grace. I am ashamed of my lack of desire. O God, the Triune God, I want to want Thee; I long to be filled with longing; I thirst to be made more thirsty still. Show me Thy glory, I pray Thee, that so I may know Thee indeed. Begin in mercy a new work of love within me. Say to my soul, “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.” Then give me grace to rise and follow Thee up from this misty lowland where I have wandered so long. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

— from The Pursuit of God, A. W. Tozer (1948)

The Apprentice

Every picture tells a story, and every life tells its story in pictures. I know mine does.

ghost woman

I wasn’t fully aware of the master artist who was painting my story behind an easel that I mistook for a business plan, until I learned how to sit still and listen. You can’t know much about life with your fingers in your ears and scales on your eyes—even worse, with your third eye closed. All you will know is what you see and hear using the limited eyes and ears on your head. Through no fault of the painter’s, though, I let hundreds of occasions to experience the progress of the composition escape me, and each time I did, I squandered an opportunity to participate in the creation process. Continue reading

I Am a Watchman



Walls_of_JerusalemI had a restless night; my mind seems to wake up when my body wants to sleep lately. A lot of things spin through your mind when you’re tossing and turning in the middle of the night. One thought in particular kept recurring and stayed with me after I finally gave up and got out of bed.

Just about a year or so ago I went through one of the most difficult times of my life. There were so many major life events happening at the same time that the bucket began to overflow and the entire contents of my mind washed out to sea. Continue reading

75 Years and Counting!


Hell’s Kitchen, NYC (they wouldn’t let her in?)


It was almost 9 years ago…

No regrets.When I look back over the years and ask myself, what did I do with the time I had with the people I love most, I can say that mostly, I did some fun things. LIKE…

Mum’s 75th birthday. What a great trip we had! Bushkill Falls, bed and breakfast at a little farm with the craziest chickens I’ve ever seen. Beautiful mountain roads, and mostly visiting the places where mum grew up. Her high school, the streets where she played, the house she grew up in


(it’s no longer there), the church she got married in (and the steps out front where my father sat).

I’d describe them all but there’s just too many.

One of the best was mum’s high school reunion. She was the prettiest girl there, and they all said she was the prettiest girl in high-school too.


The Amazing Hesketh

My dad

Hesketh A.C. Johnson

No explanation needed.

Letter from my father (Hesketh) to his daughter (me).  Sunday Morning, 10 March, 2012

I’d like to relate a true event that occured several years ago. It is about two illusionists: David Copperfield and Harry Houdini.

Copperfield felt the world should understand the psychology behind Houdini’s amazing feat, so he penned the following, “Houdini, the greatest of all escape artists spent his life sending one clear message to one and all. ‘Every obstacle can be overcome’. His feats were metaphors that offered hope to people in need of hope.”

I never saw this in Houdini’s miraculous feats. Copperfield’s take on Houdini’s accomplishments seems to be factual, however, and enlightened me.

Your life has been a series of escape feats and I’m proud of you, and as you move onward into the future this will be increasingly obvious.

Keep Philippians 4:13 in mind, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” None of us is almighty, we don’t intend to be self-sufficient or arrogant but it is possible for us to forget the Divine Element.


What an amazing father. What a lucky girl!

Alexander Pope, from Essay on Criticism

Whoever thinks a faultless Piece to see,
Thinks what ne’er was, nor is, nor e’er shall be.
In ev’ry Work regard the Writer’s End,
Since none can compass more than they Intend;
And if the Means be just, the Conduct true,
Applause, in spite of trivial Faults, is due.

Alexander Pope

The Pope

Lest We Forget The Greatest of All

I thought I’d add a little contemplative musings from my favorite author ever. Yep, Mr. Pope. I was about 14 when I discovered him and I never went back.