Saul became Paul and was intensive. In his appearance, though, he was unimpressive. He wrote thirteen letters in his testimony, Saving the world for the rest of history.
Early, he persecuted the followers of The Way, He even caused Stephen's death that fateful day. But just one encounter with Jesus can change a soul. After all, it is ultimately God who is in control.
On the road to Damascus, one late dark night, Jesus reduced Paul to blindness to show him right. In finding value in God's path, we receive sight, And that divides for us, wrong from right.
We find when we know each other's name, We find the Way to heal from any blame. Jesus knows everything about us each, And from this familiarity, He draws to teach.
Leading all Christians into our family. This is the Way we grow our community. God chooses us all directly and on purpose, To do His good works as instruments of service.
All of us fall short of God's rich glory, But whatever our past, we are part of His story. None of us are qualified as lacking sin, But the God of second chances lets us try again.
With his encounter, Paul readily embraced the Way Knowing that while we are sinners every day, We are responsible to follow God's holy will, And this becomes active as time reveals.
Every one of us is charged with the Great Commission. If we fail to share this, it is a tragic omission. The clarion call is for us to go and evangelize And by this, remove the scales from unbelieving eyes.
When we have our moments of sterling opportunity, We must take these moments to grow the Christian family. Though we know nothing else but the love of God above, While we have our chance, let us spread God's love.
(c) November 1, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“And so it was with me, brothers and sisters. When I came to you, I did not come with eloquence or human wisdom as I proclaimed to you the testimony about God. For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified” – 1 Corinthians 2:1-2 NIV
Hunting monsters is never in vain. But to think it will be easy is inane. Chomp by chomp, up the known food chain, Surely beats letting victory slip down the drain.
And so it was in the waste of Afghanistan, Where we never quite reached the tribal man. Sometimes you need to leave to appreciate What it is and how familiarity comes to hate.
When you've had to be a fighter, you know Where your reactions begin to come too slow. Sometimes there's a time to say enough is enough. Other times, you just have to blow through the bluff.
On point, leading the charge into the square, Stalked into the kill zone, this life isn't fair. Pinned to position by the enemy's suppression fire, Conditions like this are enough to make a man tire.
The things we do lead to who we are, Either we stay close or go amazingly far. These are the reasons that we do or we die. We lean into the charge without saying goodbye.
When you've had to be a fighter, you know Where your reactions begin to come too slow. Sometimes there's a time to say enough is enough. Other times, you just have to blow through the bluff.
(c) October 31, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“I have studied many religions, many different persuasions of thought in Christian belief, and I have come, in this experience to this: the most important question in anyone’s life is the question asked by poor Pilate in Matthew 27:22: ‘What shall I do, then, with Jesus who is called Christ?’ No Other question in the whole sweep of human experience is as important as this. It is the choice between life and death, between meaningless existence and life abundant. What will you do with Christ? Accept Him and life, or reject Him and die? What else is there?” – Dale Evans
All the lies we believed in Like by fighting, we'd find peace again. Giving peace a chance... through war? Maybe we should have thought more.
But the fact is and will remain, That some believe getting along is in vain. There'll be no saving tomorrow from yesterday If such people always hold sway.
Such people are the worst monsters that I know. They even wear masks to put on their show. I want there to come that "some sunny day", When people like me aren't needed to defend our way.
The way of love and peace heeded, And dinosaurs like me are no longer needed. When all come together in a council of heart. But it will take that cruel choosing to depart.
Gunfight? Knife fight? Not every night.. This can't be the path to getting it right. And as I look on the weary world around me, I yearn for real peace as being our possibility.
Bullets fly, and mothers cry, Uncertain as to why their children have to die. Fighters like me hold out for something more. We may be good at it, but we need more than war.
The only constants are death and change. The battles around us rage and names rearrange. But if a bit of difference can be seen, It's in the hurt felt by every human being.
(c) October 29, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
He just needs a little space And a thimble full of grace. After all the things seen; After all, he's just a human being.
Too many wannabes talk story. That's the trouble of stolen glory. Too many brothers fallen into black And no amount of prayers bring them back.
Waking up from a stone-cold nightmare, Shaking to the bone from the taken dare. Some folks create fears to keep awake, But the real monsters come from an impossible shake.
There's a lot of talk out there And some of it is close to true. Some of it is smack based on fear, But all of it has its own kind of skew.
It's hard to open up and be vulnerable. Maybe it's a lot to handle and be capable. But only by doing this can we exist. Until then, we do our best to persist.
Faced with living shades of adversity, He so often chooses his flight over fight. He shields vulnerability from lack of certainty As he tries to shield her sight.
It's a feeling of too much to see. He doesn't want her to know what he has seen. The tears that come despite being strong And knowing her love is the only space where he belongs.
Staying up late at night thinking about yesterday, He hopes to get a grip before chasing her away. Sleepiness is the least of his dark sorrow. He's just throwing hands at tomorrow.
It's who is in the house that makes it home And with your kind of love, I'm never alone. I need you to know me always and completely. Are you ready to walk with me this deeply?
(c) October 28, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
