Sunday, November 28, 2010

" I go to the Rock "

From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
 Psalms 61 : 2
I sat upon this rock with my children and viewed God's work in nature .
I sat upon this rock and prayed .
I sang on this rock and realized ,
'Jesus loves me this I know ,
because the Bible tells me so ',
is one of the greatest songs ever written .

And as I sat there that Sunday afternoon ,
This phrase took root in me ,
The greatest apologetic term there is ,
" But the Bible says ..."
For God Himself will prove it .


( photo by Alyssa Quinn )

Sunday, November 21, 2010

MERRY CHRISTMAS




Merry Christmas Boone , Hopefully a Wonderful Thanksgiving  .    Robin

Friday, November 12, 2010

Heartbeat

'Heartbeat'

Do I feel any less
since we haven't talked yet
is my heartbeat OK
since we've already met

my eyes soon will meet yours
though I need to stay here awhile
But when they finally meet
it will be with a smile

I already know your voice
and so does God above
I can't wait to hold your hand
I know the warmth of your love

So please keep me safe
and take care of yourself
I can hardly wait
to see you myself



Friday, November 5, 2010

Gravestone Angel



































Grant me the peace
of a gravestone angel
When the storm clouds
roam across a mountainside

Grant me the grace
of the angel's wings
as troubled winds
begin to rise

     How many times have I fallen
     How many times will my spirit stand

Grant me the peace
of a gravestone angel
When tears run
from my eyes

Grant me the grace
of the angel's wings
When my voice
begins to cry

   How many times have I fallen
   How many times will my spirit stand

Grant me the peace
of a gravestone angel
Weathered but true
all the days of my life

Grant me the grace
of the angel's wings
'Til Heaven's view
the Glory of His Light


("Thomas Wolfe's Angel," now at Oakdale Cemetery in Hendersonville, North Carolina. )

Thursday, October 28, 2010

They once walked with God


What is the first name you think of when you hear this statement
 ' They really heard from God but they walked away from their calling . '


 -pause-

Write the name down on this page .

-pause-

A Sunday school teacher and deacon was teaching one Sunday morning. As he spoke he began to talk about a church homecoming, how his mother had notes in the margin of her bible with the initials of a particular pastor beside the quotations. Then he made these comments, ' I really don't understand how this happens but he (the pastor) walked away from the pulpit and drinks now. So when it became his turn to speak (among the previous pastors) we did not care about what he was saying. As these words were spoken this teacher seemed to have little concern for this fallen man of God. This truly breaks the heart of God.

There have been those that were not only called of God, but chosen by His own Hand that have walked away or fallen. They fell by church politics, by the selfish nature of so-called leaders who need prayer and God's mercy, by attacks of darkness, BY FINDING THEIR SELF STANDING ALONE IN THIS BATTLEFIELD THEIR BANNER OF LOVE BROKEN, and yes, of a broken heart. This not only destroys the servant of the Lord, but his or her marriage, family and children. As servants of a LOVING King we can not, we MUST not leave them wounded, alone on the battlefield.

There was a man, a servant of Christ, who was broken, many thought broken beyond redemption. That man, an evangelist had utterly given-up, not only in God, but on life itself. But a man in a wheelchair who had learned of this victim PRAYED. The man in the wheelchair would call his brother, ' I miss you, you can come by if you want,' and 'You know there is always an open invitation here.' The man in the wheelchair DID NOT GIVE-UP.
He touched the hem of the Savior's garment. the months past by, he did not give-up. Then one Sunday night as the man in the wheelchair sat in church waiting for service to begin a man walked up, knelt beside the wheelchair, ' Thank you Rick for not giving up on me, I thought no one cared.'

So in the quiet pray for the fallen, reach out gently. take the hurt on your own heart, ask their forgiveness. For if judgment first begin at the House of God, so must His Love.

So in the quiet, gather your leadership and teach them to reach for the hem of His garment and pray for the fallen. In the quiet this next year do not give up. Speak softly that Christ has not given up. Add name by name from the list of the fallen to those who know they are loved. And from those who know they are loved to those who stand before Him day and night in His Holy Presence.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

What is ' Good ' Theology ?





  In the eighties there was a group of Wiccans who met at a Pizza Hut . They met two or three times a week to eat and play a game called Dungeons and Dragons ( or D 'n D as they preferred ) . Wiccans are a type of self-proclaimed 'good' witch based on the pagan religion of Wicca . Their usual waitress was a christian woman , who though time developed a mild association with a few members of this group . Over the months she grew to joking with them about how serious they were with this game . They , in turn , told her she had a role in the game . This evolved into further discussion on religion and God .
  Eventually , one of these young men joined the Navy . It was the beginning of ' Desert Storm ' and he was going to Kuwait . When he arrived ' in theatre' his first assignment was a chaplin's assistant . He later became a Navy coreman aiding in medical assistance .
  A year or so later , upon returning home on leave , he stopped by that Pizza Hut . He waited on the waitress . When she arrived for work , he approached her with an offer .
  " If you cook me a home-cooked meal at your house , I'll take you and your family out to a Chinese restaurant .
  To which she replied ,
  " Deal . "
  At dinner this young man began to tell how he was now a christian . That what he used to refer to as ' witchcraft ' , he now called ' witchcrap ' . But the thing that stood out , was his comment ,
  " You know , it wasn't your successes that helped point me to Christ ,
   It was how you handled your failures and mistakes , that I remember . "
  He had been listening , watching . Somewhere in everyday life , in the daily grind of feeding people or maybe even in a husband and wife arguement the man had witnessed the ' Verb of God ' . He had seen the active ingredient of faith expressed .
  Even in what some would term it's passive form , a life consistently active in God will recognize that Christ , the Word of God , does not return void .
  Did the waitress or her husband know the difference their following Christ would make , months later in the young man's life ?
  the answer would simply be no .
  Did she challenge him with facts and history ?
  And again , no .
Yet something was and is active in this true story . It was not the greatness of anyone in the narrative . There were no factual proofs . There are many aspects to the active presence of God and more than one finite being can measure .But look outside the commentary and the science .
                                        Is it the Holy Father
                                         drawing us near ?
                                       Is it Christ Jesus
                                         cleansing and living
                                                             in us ?
                                      Is it the Holy Spirit
                                     teaching and comforting us ?
  And again it is by opening our eyes , allowing God to be active in each of us ,
that we begin to understand the activity .

       Is Christ active in your life ?


( an excerpt from the book  ' the Verb of God ' by Robin Quinn )

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Night Squall Horizon



' Night Squall Horizon '

He sang
the sword of vengeance

Main sail
battle charred and whipping

Night nor
shadow cloud reverse him

Grim hope
keel be sounding

Save souls
gritted teeth did wince

Tankard swill
devil's dark loathing

Deep breath
far Lighthouse glance

Calm hand
hard waves pounding

And his
a lifeboat's chance