It’s Not Just Hall and Oates Who Are Out of Touch



National Asteroid Day (June 30, 2017)

I am amazed! Totally! Today is National Asteroid Day as declared by the United Nations. I heard about this earlier today and thought it would be like “National Donut Day” or “National Sit Outside and Watch the Grass Grow Day”, but no. This is big. Just look at their website.

You’ll have to forgive me. I’m old and out of touch. I mean, I think science is very cool and astronomy interests me greatly. I often marvel at the beauty of the universe and ponder the Hands that made it, but I can’t quite see all this commotion over asteroids. I understand the possible threat that exists, but I guess it’s my belief in God and His mercy that keeps me from being too upset about the possibility of an impending doom. God’s word lays out a timeline of events and while that timeline includes some very scary prospects, annihilation by an asteroid doesn’t seem to be in His plan. For me, if He hasn’t planned it – it won’t happen. A far bigger problem would be to come to the natural or unnatural end of my life and not possess the Grace that saves through the blood of Jesus. Now you’re talking a real disaster.

Anyway, please forgive my lackadaisical attitude toward something that seems to worry a great many citizens of the world. The Bible says of believers, that this is not our home, so I guess I’m just not that worried about an asteroid, or a flood, or a war, or a win or a loss by either political party, because God’s got my back. Most days I wonder why? Why He doesn’t just shut this universe down and start over, but He’s not going to, and I am always thankful for His great compassion.

I hope you all have had a great Asteroid Day. Ponder the beauty and the power they possess as they streak through the heavens, but give a few moments to consider the Hands that launched them on their journeys and the Love that has kept them from blowing us all to Kingdom Come long before now. While asteroids are amazing, they are no more than marbles in the Hands that made the universe.

Snacking Good



Revelation 7:15-17
New International Version (NIV)

15 Therefore,
“they are before the throne of God
and serve him day and night in his temple;
and he who sits on the throne
will shelter them with his presence.
‘Never again will they hunger;
never again will they thirst.
The sun will not beat down on them,’
nor any scorching heat.
For the Lamb at the center of the throne
will be their shepherd;
‘he will lead them to springs of living water.’
‘And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.’”

I love a good snack. I love them too much. My waistline is a testament to my conviction that snacks are a marvelous thing. Now snacks don’t have to be a bad thing, buuuut they can be. When snacks are nutritious and see us through to our next meal, that’s not a bad thing. When they are composed of “junk” food that eventually wreak our health, then that’s another thing all together.

There are other kinds of snacks on our daily menu also. We don’t think about them as often. What we see and hear and feel. The world is full of “messages”. Little tidbits on our plates about what to think and what to feel. Everywhere we turn someone is trying to grab our attention. There’s nothing wrong with that at all, but we have to be as careful about what we snack on intellectually and spiritually. As with food for the body, we become what we eat.

Today, what will you eat? What will you watch? What will you read?

What will you become?


Open our hearts, our minds, our bodies to consume only what is good for us. There are many “gods” vying for our attention. A small thought here, a small word there and before long we are a person we did not plan to be. Protect us, Lord. Give us eyes that see and ears that hear only the pure, only the good, only the best.

Thank You, Father. In You is only grace. An everlasting, ever flowing, ever satisfying fountain of love.

Be with us all today. Help us to heal the sick, feed the hungry, and guide the lost.

Amen and amen!

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Holy Moly, I’m Caught

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Isaiah 53:2
New International Version (NIV)

2 He grew up before him like a tender shoot,
and like a root out of dry ground.
He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.

Holy Magnetism

Mysterious ferrous forces
Where opposites attract
Along invisible paths
Defining the poles
Pointing the way
Silently holding our courses
Whether in light or dark
Quiet or loud
Still or Animated
Ever with us
Ever guiding
Ever drawing us near
Caught forever by Your love

© 2017 by William Pierce


We are blessed to be pulled Your way. To have been traveling along on our own path, only to be pulled into Your holy vortex. Captured by Your love. Held in place by Your righteousness. Freed by Your grace.


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Sleep Well Tonight, the Father is Watching

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Matthew 8:23-25
New International Version (NIV)

Jesus Calms the Storm

23 Then he got into the boat and his disciples followed him. 24 Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. 25 The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!”

The disciples were just like us at that time. They were worried. They had been worried all day long. That morning Jesus had told two of them to go ahead of them into Capernaum and to secure a boat down by the shore. As Jesus entered the town He was swamped by people as if He were a rock star. “Heal me. Heal my friend! Don’t leave until I get back, I’m going to get someone who needs healing!” This went on with them screaming and pushing until He reached the shoreline where He jumped into the boat He had sent the two to secure. They pushed out from the shore and from there He taught and healed all day long. He healed them all. Everyone who asked. At the end of a very long day, He then asked the disciples to push off and carry Him to the other side of the lake.

On the way there, He fell asleep. Then a mighty storm blew up and the boat was rocked and the disciples were very afraid. That’s when they woke Him and He calmed the storm with three little words, “Peace! Be still!”

Jesus was at peace that night. He knew that He was safe in the arms of His Father. It was not His time. And when it would be His time, He would still be at peace because He was One with God. He knew the Father had a plan for His life and He knew that nothing would interfere with that plan.

How did He know the Father would protect Him? One way was that He knew He was on the way to free a man from a legion of demons on the other side. Nothing was going to stop that. Nothing. Besides, He knew the nature of God. He knew His faithfulness. He knew His love.


What a blessing to be one with You. To be so in tune with You that we know everything that You plan for us. We would know Your very nature of love. We could rest in the assurance that You would guard us in every situation. Thank You for Your kindness and every blessing. Watch over us all and help us to sleep, even in a boat, in a storm, without fear or trembling.

In the name of Him who sleeps through storms. Amen!

Sunny Funny


Way Too Prompted

Oh! Daily Prompt, you drive me quite squirrelly
Who dreams you up?
Are they petite or are they burly?

Do they drive a big Jag or a modest Camero?
Do they run a high office?
Wear a hat or a sombrero?

Do they live out in Texas or San Bernardino?
Do they wear a silk suit?
Drink coffee or sip cappuccino?

Do they rent in the city or own an estate?
Advertise during Super Bowl Halftime?
Eat from fine china or just a plate?

I really can’t imagine or dream who you are
These words are so random
You might be Dr. Suess or Nevada Barr?

So Daily Prompt please don’t scoff or refuse
Give us a word that inspires
Whatever the method or madness you use

And forgive me, I know, I’m way too obsessive
But my choice isn’t clear
Should I make “sunny” feel fun or repressive?

© 2017 by William Pierce

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God’s Great Wheel

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Jeremiah 18:1-10
New International Version (NIV)

At the Potter’s House

18 This is the word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord: 2 “Go down to the potter’s house, and there I will give you my message.” 3 So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel. 4 But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.

5 Then the word of the Lord came to me. 6 He said, “Can I not do with you, Israel, as this potter does?” declares the Lord. “Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, Israel. 7 If at any time I announce that a nation or kingdom is to be uprooted, torn down, and destroyed, 8 and if that nation I warned repents of its evil, then I will relent and not inflict on it the disaster I had planned. 9 And if at another time I announce that a nation or kingdom is to be built up and planted, 10 and if it does evil in my sight and does not obey me, then I will reconsider the good I had intended to do for it.

God’s Great Wheel

Oh God! From Your mighty wheel
Let me not flee

Though it turns, it twists, and whirls
Spinning irresistibly

Let the work of Your hands
Never stop working on me

Though fear might grip my mind
And terror be all I see

I know Your goodness will remain
And You do all You do to set me free

So throw me o’er and o’er
Upon its harsh decree

And make me wholly anew
to be with the Master, eternally

©2017 by William Pierce


You mold us and fashion us upon Your great wheel of life. Let each of us be moldable to Your touch. May we yield to Your will and Your way. It is not a bad thing to follow after goodness.

Thank You for caring and reaching out to us.

We love You.

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Reach In, Reach Out



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Psalm 150:6
New International Version (NIV)

6 Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord.

A few years ago, around Thanksgiving, I was watching football on the television and somewhere amidst that, Lady GaGa appeared. Now I like football pretty well and I even admire Lady GaGa’s talent, but it just seemed like a too surreal happening so I turned the tv off, picked up a pen, and began to ponder what I thought the spirit of Thanksgiving ought to be. How we should be involved locally and globally in the world around us.

Rise, If You Dare

Walk with me today,
Don’t sit at tables with family and friends,
Don’t eat turkey and complain of being fat,
Don’t sit and watch football and GaGa,

Rise, if you dare,
Come; let us walk the streets of misery,
Let us feast our eyes on pain and suffering,
On children who flesh out meals from trash heaps,
On men and women who have no homes,
Regardless of the reason,
Maybe it’s sloth or maybe it’s our indifference,

Rise, if you dare,
Come; let us talk with those who have no one,
Whose loneliness cuts deep in the soul,
They sit in nursing homes and hospitals,
They wait and wait and wait,
How long will we make them wait?

Rise, if you dare,
Come; let us love those who are unlovable,
Let us reach our arms around the heart and soul;
Let us hug and squeeze life back into their emptiness;
Release them; release them, from their bonds.

Rise, if you will,
Come; and help me, for I too am afraid,
Let us join hands and hearts,
Let us keep one another from the terror,
Then, will we not be truly thankful;
Then will we not be truly blessed;
Then will we not possess the mind of God.

Rise, if you dare.

by William Pierce
©November 25, 2011



Give us this day and every day our daily bread. May we appreciate every slice. May it fill us up so that we will be generous to those who are hungry. May it bring us peace so we will not be given to judgment of others. May our joy be surpassed only by our gratitude.

In the name of Him who gave us His all. Amen!

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My Favorite Place in the Whole World!

I’m not sure if anyone else will enjoy this “poem” or cringe at it, but it’s probably my favorite of all that I have written. Not because it’s a good poem, but because of the memories it evokes in me.

I was blessed to go to Israel on a tour in 2011. One day while we were in Jerusalem the group spent part of the day at the Southern Steps of the Temple Mount.

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This was my absolute most favorite place to visit in all of Israel, and that is saying something because I truly loved the whole country. If you were to sit as the man in the picture above and look straight ahead, you would be looking across at the Garden of Gethsemane. It’s quite a distance and today there’s a four-lane street between the Temple Mount and the Garden, but it’s still much like it was at the time of Jesus. In fact, this is the one place in Israel that you can say with almost complete certainty, that Jesus walked up and down these very steps. Imagine! Jesus strode up and down these very stones.

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Look close and you’ll see how uneven and rugged they are. They were cut that way from the beginning. The idea is that the person ascending the steps to the Temple would have to be careful stepping up and would be concentrating on the Lord, not what he might be having for lunch.

I didn’t need the help. It was one of the most spiritual and amazing times I have ever had. The poem below the result of that experience and the imaginings I had as I sat there on those ancient steps.

I gazed across the valley below and up to the Garden on the hill above. This is what I saw in my mind’s eye.


On Seeing Jesus Walking from the Garden to the Temple

I see Him coming from the garden,
Young and fit, He strides with strength,
Yet He’s not imposing…rather;
He is like any of us.
Speaking as He goes His way,
Stopping perhaps to linger with someone,
To brush back the hair of a child;
Or swing them onto His shoulders
And give them a brief ride,
He even stumbles and falls
But He just laughs that endearing laugh
Dusts off and continues
Down the hill and to the other side.
Along the way He is always smiling, speaking,
He doesn’t just speak, but walks over,
Embraces those around Him,
And when He finds someone ill
He stops…just stops and heals them,
Imagine, Who else…just stops and heals them.
He’s at the bottom of the steps now,
I see Him start up, quick, sure,
Not an easy task on uneven stones;
Cut that way to make you ponder heaven.
He reaches me, and like the others,
Stops, smiles, and calls my name,
“How are you?”
“Good to see you.”
His hair dances in the breeze
Coming up from the valley below,
His dark, inviting eyes swallow me
And bathe me in awe and peace.
A small tear runs down my cheek,
He just wipes it away with a smile.
Then He turns and is quickly up the steps
About His Father’s work.
I’m sure I will answer Him;
In a million years or so.

William Pierce
©December 25, 2011

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Whole Lotta of Shaking Going On!

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Revelation 16:17-19
New International Version (NIV)

17 The seventh angel poured out his bowl into the air, and out of the temple came a loud voice from the throne, saying, “It is done!” 18 Then there came flashes of lightning, rumblings, peals of thunder and a severe earthquake. No earthquake like it has ever occurred since mankind has been on earth, so tremendous was the quake. 19 The great city split into three parts, and the cities of the nations collapsed. God remembered Babylon the Great and gave her the cup filled with the wine of the fury of his wrath.

The National Earthquake Information Center estimates that around 50 earthquakes occur daily. Most are either too small to notice or occur in an area too remote to affect anyone. That’s good news because being in an earthquake would be a terrifying thing. One day; however, there will be an earthquake like no other and God’s wrath will be poured out upon the earth. He will have extended His great mercy to those who would receive it, and He will answer that long asked question:

Why would a merciful God allow such horrible things to happen in the world?

And the answer is…He won’t. It makes me cringe at the thought of His wrath, but He is making all things right again. Grab hold of His mighty saving hand while you can.


Blessed are the redeemed. Your mercy and grace is restoring them. Your love holds them until that great and terrible day. We thank You and praise You. In the name of Him who gave His all we ask all things. Amen!

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The Illusion of Flight


Isaiah 40:31
New International Version (NIV)

31 but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.

True Flight

Let me break free,
Turn loose this world
And soar!
Not to merely fly,
But to walk among the needy
And offer my bread.
To listen and hear the lonely
And share my time.
To see the sick,
And ease their pain.
The wings of His angels take flight,
And never leave the ground.

By William Pierce


Help us to realize what true flight really is. To understand that it is not soaring on the wind, but descending into service. That is the essence of Your heart. That is the pleasure of Your mind. That is the miracle of Your love.

Thank You, Lord for eyes that see. Amen.

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