There in all the bold stories told Of early Christians in days of old, Paul found too many walking in false division And this led to words of needed admonition.
The quality of the church family's worship Comes down to our walking relationship As we step into our best selves with validity, And we give all we can to our candid ability.
We find His lessons in their loving trace As He comes to meet us in our meeting space. All that's given for us to finally learn All of the truths needed for us to discern.
Living with pride, discord, and too much ambition Can subject God's family to unwarranted inhibition. Division may have its trend of inevitability, But all of God's children should work toward unity.
Thought it may seem that differences are demanding, Most of the Church's brokenness is a misunderstanding. We must commit to intentional effort and humility Reconciliation and collaboration will bring spiritual harmony.
Gossip creates faction, and that leads to reactions That, without solid effort, splits into actionable factions. And this can only disturb the peace of God's family, When of one accord, we must instead strive for unity.
We of God's people are meant to be joined as a whole. This miracle of unity is the adhesive of the soul. We must gently apply our efforts with loving forbearance. This this is the way for the Church's preservance.
(c) November 16, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“If Christ’s message could be distilled down to one line, that line would have to do with kindness and inclusiveness, not rules and divisiveness.” – Roland Merullo
“I urge you, brothers and sisters, to watch out for those who cause divisions and put obstacles in your way that are contrary to the teaching you have learned. Keep away from them.” – Romans 16:17
All around the neighborhood, It's something understood. That it comes down to right attitude, And it comes down to gratitude.
Glimpse by glimpse, behind the doors, We find friends we've come to adore. Though sometimes, it's hard to forgive, But we have to release hurts to truly live.
It comes down to a simple hello, To bring a new high from an old low. Try as we might to keep love in sight, Sometimes it's hard to get this right.
All across the old neighborhood, It's something that needs to be understood. A writer knows from the front row seat, Every day, it is a broken world that we greet.
With our words, we can find a way to change The few things we know we need to rearrange To somehow make this world the better place We would all love to honestly embrace.
It comes down to a simple hello, To bring a new high from an old low. Try as we might to keep love in sight, Sometimes it's hard to get this right.
Has the world been too burdened to say That familiar phrase that makes it okay. With a wink and nod, I say that I love you, And if I could, I'd say it in all that I do.
Every day brings us a new opportunity To distinguish ourselves with kept dignity. Learning to do the right thing with wounded pride As we learn what to say and what to hide.
It comes down to a simple hello, To bring a new high from an old low. Try as we might to keep love in sight, Sometimes it's hard to get this right.
It's not a puff piece to remember most The bearer of the fruits of the Holy Ghost. It's a chance to reflect and cross-direct, And maybe, just maybe, reconnect...
With all the right things that life can give, Like loving one another, and learning to forgive. Somewhere in the middle of a million love songs Is the secret to how we can all belong.
It comes down to a simple hello, To bring a new high from an old low. Try as we might to keep love in sight, Sometimes it's hard to get this right.
(c) November 15, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“It is better to be divided by truth than to be united in error. It is better to speak the truth that hurts and then heals, than falsehood that comforts and then kills. It is better to be hated for telling the truth than to be loved for telling a lie. It is better to stand alone with the truth, than to be wrong with a multitude. It is better to ultimately succeed with the truth than to temporarily succeed with a lie. There is only one Gospel.” – Adrian Rogers
When our sanity has turned to treason, We make up every kind of reason. It seems like our life is by misconception, When we fall for our own self-deceptions.
It's next to tragic applied to our family, In the conflicts between you and me. We forgetfully get lost in the sorrow We had to overcome for our better tomorrows.
We forget the kindnesses of yesterday, All that has been given becomes thrown away. Instead of what once felt like a fantasy, We convince ourselves that we bear the worst misery.
All the broken pieces are revealed. There's no need for it to be concealed. The broken bits are part of the story That steep our lives in transformative glory.
All of life can be given due dignity When it's given fundamental decency. These are the things worth fighting for, The choices of love become valuable all the more.
It's horrid how things can be made to be seen, As if the many parts of a shattered dream. Though once the sheen of beauty shone, When given to the jackals, the shine is soon gone.
Life held in its intended hug can be a fairytale Where even in the rains, tender joy prevails. Let's dance forever with the right attitude. Grace and generosity are borne in our gratitude.
Dreamers together fight the harshness united Where prayed for miracles are derided. But somehow they still happen every day. This is the beauty of gratitude's way.
(c) November 14, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“An enforced uniformity of religion throughout a nation or civil state, confounds the civil and religious, denies the principles of Christianity and civility, and that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh.” – Roger Williams
By His breath, I learned how to breathe, Giving my love to His truth and no longer deceived. I stand with my hands stretched to Heaven above. I've put away the weakness of hate for God's love.
My heart beats in time with God's song. I only wonder why it took this long. I walked into the Lord's path through grace, With the love of God shining on my face.
I had put my faith in learning to be tough Only to find it would never be enough. Lying wounded in a deadman's bed, Thoughts of Jesus entered my battered head.
Praying to an unknown God, I cried, Having given up on all else I had tried. Step by step, I've found my life revived. Thanks to God's love, I survived.
This wasn't a time of proverbial one-and-done, I turned my life over to the Father and the Son. Asking to be God's servant in my broken heart, I only hope I can somehow live up to my part.
(c) November 13, 2025 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
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 