Monthly Archives: August 2015

Saipan Though the blood of the dead have a voice, how much more he who died, yet lives? The sand on your beaches cradled young, dying lives, but I long to cradle you. You are more than ease and sunshine. … Continue reading →

Roseau I have seen your little face, downcast, tear-streaked, and hopeless. You were sitting on the side of the road, used up, and without hope. I will put my hands upon your cheeks, I will kiss your forehead, I will … Continue reading →

Rome Do not despise the day of small beginnings. Do not aspire to great wealth, nor desire the King’s dainties. Yet, you aspire to be King. What has been your lineage? Do you really desire to be King now? Yet, … Continue reading →

Road Town It is written that if you seek, you will find. I sought you and found you. You left, looking for another and were discovered. A little chain around your ankle speaks of your servitude. But you, Road Town, … Continue reading →

Riyadh Only I make the desert blossom like a rose. Only I know the watercourses to make the date grow, and pools for refreshing. Clans and tribes you have been, clans and tribes you are. Can ten tribes dwell together? … Continue reading →

Riga Do not be too harsh with your son, lest he be discouraged. Don’t you know and have you not read that it’s the goodness of the Lord that leads to repentance. I will not crush a bruised reed, nor … Continue reading →

Reykjavík Come, follow me and I will make you fishers of men. You go out to sea, braving winds and waves. You let down your nets for a catch, and your women await your return. It is a good rhythm … Continue reading →

Rabat Let’s separate the men from the boys, the sheep from the goats, the wheat from the chaff. There are threshing floors and there are sluices.  Over the many years, you have seen coming and going. I tell you that … Continue reading →

Quito Though you straddle the middle, I will not have you lukewarm. I am turning up the heat so get ready. I’m sending the fourth man to visit you. I am going to release visions to your young men and … Continue reading →

Pyongyang I am writing on your wall. The cry of the oppressed, the widow and orphan, and the  righteous one whose soul is vexed has come to my ears. I must answer, and I will purge the threshing floor. The … Continue reading →

Pristina Give and it shall be given unto you, good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over shall men give into your bosom, for with the same measure you give it will be measured to you again. So what’s … Continue reading →

Pretoria What are you waiting for? Walking on water, multiplying fishes, raising the dead… this is your inheritance. What you think is true wealth is like dust and chaff that the wind blows away. Go and do my works… heal … Continue reading →

Praia Some dawdle, but not you. I am so pleased to see you ready to go, to move, to serve. Your bags are packed, goodbyes offered, and now you await the signal. I tell you that the signal will not … Continue reading →