David B. Young

"How's the kid?" Andy growld. "He's really hot! Dad answered. He was a fastball pitcher in the Twilight League with a fastball that you couldn't see. Now that was real baseball.

Shadows cloak the darkening swills Showing spray above the boulders. A stole against the evening chill, The fog up round her shoulders; A flashing light up on the crest Warning those underneath the spar, Thye crashing breakers take no rest Still shining white beneath the stars.

Kites up in the sky, castles in the sand, Shells and polished stones glisten in the sun. In artistic form driftwood on the strand, Children on the shore laugh and play and run Glancing golden beams sparkling cross the waves; Silver-blue and foam, velveteen and lace; The lighting of my soul warming up the day; Sand between my toes, wind across my face; The One who made the sea whispers from the shore. The soothing of the waves drumming on the land, The thunder and the spray rolling o'r and o'r, Continually He says, "All is in My hands."

There are those who would say we do not know something if we cannot answer any hypothetical possibility that could be raised. This, of course, excludes all areas of knowledge. We can doubt anything if we put our minds to it.

We come to know things in five ways. We have instinctive, sensory/experiential, informational, logical and spiritual knowledge.

We still need the mystic prophets of the absolute.

Everything else is for sale, we have now brought marketing into the church.

Every poet looks for. . . Words that cry; words that sing Words that shine, words that ring Words that fly, words that pray Words that sigh, words that say The many splendored thing. Every story teller longs for . . . Words that fret, words that bite Words that whet the appetite, Words that let, words that make Words that bless, words that shake The earth with all their might. Every preacher prays for words Without restraint or brazen fixtures That re-acquaint the ancient scriptures. Words that cast a thousand actors And outlast all their detractors Words that paint a thousand pictures. The Holy Spirit proffers. . . Words enhanced as message carriers Words that wrench the hearts interior Words that lance the septic shame Words that dance in holy flame Words that trance the language barrier.

Hardly knowing where you're going Stepping out in blessed faith, All your life in His consoling, Blessed, blessing every race. Rejecting honors, Pharaoh's throne To serve a King invisible, Stepping out, His way unknown Parting waters once unthinkable. You leave no little operation; Ships, nets and your father's home. Men are now your new vocation; Eternity in flesh and bone. Your sacrifice a banner flagrant Giving up the here and now; Your oxen make an offering fragrant On the altar of your plow.

The church growth movement is neither Biblical nor holy.

We cannot understand all but we can understand some of God's purposes even in creating evil or Satan.

Can you imagine God appearing to you as He did to Solomon in 2 Chronicles1:7? "That night God appeared to Solomon and said to him, 'Ask for whatever you want me to give you.'"

12 Bible Studies to help prepare people for a short-term overseas mission trip.

God's people come together in prayer.

God gives spiritual insight when we spend time in prayer.

You must guard your heart against depression.

If you have life changing things to say in the pulpit, how many more lives might God touch, if you were also preaching with pen and ink?

Rain in our lives produces growth and fruit.

You need to be stretched in your prayer life.

God is sending signals to America concerning our need for prayer. Are we desperate enough to see the signs of God's judgment and grace before it is too late?

Julius Caesar was warned, or so the bard tells us, to beware the Ides of March. And I would also do well to beware the I'ds of this month when spring flirts but winter pours out its final wearisome effort on my soul.

Stepping out in blessed faith; an offering fragrant on your plow.

Have you been in an electrical storm feeling the streamers in your body? Have you been in the presence of God?

God will answer if they call. They will call if they believe. They must hear to believe. Who will go to those who have not heard?

He has made me His sharpened sword.

Thunderstruck, awed, The right hand of One alive from the dead.

God calls people to missions.

The feet that God calls beautiful.

Seeing the vision in the night, a man on camel back or city bus. Come over here; help us, tell us.

Let patience have her perfect work of character and hope.

We are sent to the ends of the earth with the gospel of Jesus Christ.

I can ask for the ends of the earth.

An original poem read by the author, David Young.

People who are too preoccupied to hear God.

You can know God in the here and now. You might begin by praying, "Jesus, if you are real, show yourself to me. I want to know You."

A prayer list will strengthen your prayer life.

We are brought together by certain basics of the Christian faith.

You can have joy in the midst of difficult Christian ministry.

A monologue; Jonathan's view of David's strength.

Humorous light love poem

An original poem read by the author, David Young. The print version of this poem was published in Leaves. It also appears in JOY, a book written by David Young. As of January 2009 JOY was included in The Writer's Edge publishers' list.

An original poem read by the author, David Young. Our lives are formed by painful ordeals designed by God. God is the potter.

Poetry read by author, David Young. 2008, Lakewood, WA