Tuesday, February 24, 2026

Doors, Windows and Borders

A Few Thoughts: An unlocked door, or an open window? 

If I should leave my front door unlocked, is that an open invitation for anyone to walk in without knocking? If I find an open window of opportunity, do I have the  choice to enter or not? So, what's the difference?
An unlocked door requires a decision first whether to take action based on  unforeseen circumstances. An open window reveals what lies within. 
A border is first a door, but even if it is unlocked, one is expected to knock first, and wait to be invited in.  A window is not a border, it is the opportunity to experience what is on the other side. Sometimes all you have to do is put a leg up, and pull yourself through. It takes more effort than simply turning a knob, or pulling a handle, and walking in. With an open window the goal is in sight. With a closed door there is ambiguity. Barging in unannounced will get you through the doorway with surprised looks, and grimmacing faces. Peering in, and being seen first let's the other side know your intention of being let in or simply checking out the view from your side of the opening. Opportunities, like open windows don't happen every day, but they leave us with better chances of getting another view without harmful circumstances. Barging in limits our chances of ever coming back in again. Which would you choose?
Good Day Ya'll!
D. Witt 2/2426

Sunday, January 4, 2026

A Rhapsody of Praise

A Few Thoughts: Sunday morning: A Rhapsody of Praise! (As always, a work in progress)

   A Rhapsody of Praise 

I may not be sitting 
Beneath the pulpit this morning 
But I got plenty of spirit 
Flowing through my veins
In a rhapsody of praise
Brings back memories
From out the gutter
Ghosts from my past
Sorrows and heartache
Once tamed the fire
Held captive my soul
But I found him again
My Savior my, King
From the deepest holler
To the highest mountain
I hear the screaming
My soul's desire
To be free of the pain
To be one with the Father
In the steps of his son
Bruised from battle
The world gives us pain
But we can rise again
Through his precious blood
Spilled not in vain
Song for the ages
I hear his angels proclaim
Sunday morning revival
Eases the strain 
Headed for Zion
On this glory train
Thus do I sing 
Come my Savior
Lend me your answers
To this unholy refrain
Cries from a sinner
To glorious revival
Come sit beside me
My fellow traveler
Out from darkness 
To life ever after.
Amen

D.A. Wittler 1/4/26