Category: Art
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A Few Words With The Old Man
We walk along the shore to our favorite fishing spot. I walk on the sand. He walks on the water…
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Falling Up
I am falling, falling. It is neither hot not cold, I feel nothing. I see nothing. Just falling, falling. Down, down, down… I wake up. I am lying on my back in a field of wild grass. The smell of earth fills my nostrils. The air is warm, springlike. The…
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Wrestling with God’s
Originally written 10:35 PM Friday, September 25th, 2009 Genesis 32 – Passage Lookup – New Century Version – BibleGateway.com Joshua 5 – Passage Lookup – New King James Version – BibleGateway.com [It is dark. I am alone. Everything I have and love has been sent ahead of me. In the morning, I…
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Redemption: A Vision in Many Pieces
Redemption A Vision in Many Pieces Ernest Prabhakar June 8th, 2001 “God, its too big for me to carry!” “I know, my son.” We sat at the bottom of my heart, facing the dark, concrete-like slab which was my need for love, my desire for human intimacy to the fill…
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Song: That’s Grace
Part 2 of the Guilt-Grace-Gratitude musical trilogy, from my 1996 meditations on The Grace Cycle.
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Song: From Guilt to Grace
The following song is a lyrical version of “Graphical Theology: The Grace Cycle“, part of my burst of artistic exploration in 1996. It was the first element of a trilogy on the Reformation themes of Guilt-Grace–Gratitude, but unlike the other two I never was happy enough with it to put…
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If Only In My Youth
If Only In My YouthIf only I had known you known you, truly known you If only I had known you in my youth…
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Song: No Longer Alone
This is a song I wrote back in 1996 in my post-college, pre-Apple days in Pasadena, California. It was for a girl I knew — heck, it fit pretty much all the girls I hung out with and/or was interested in during that decade. I also sang it during a…
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Unforgiven: A Testimony in Three Persons
I’m in the process of cleaning up my “personal” site on DrErnie.com, and as part of that I’m moving some of my earlier writings to this site. To start with, I present “Unforgiven”, a more-or-less accurate transcript of the first time God really dealt with me about anger… Unforgiven A…
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Good News for Modern Nerds
The Nerd Bible (pdf) started with my sermon notes from 1985 at Park Street Church in Boston, where I was an MIT sophomore…
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Oh, Holy Knight?
Oh, Holy Knight? 1:30 AM, Saturday, December 22nd, 2007 Part I: The Meeting I ride up to the inn, both nervous and excited. I have little experience of inns, but clearly it was built for more travelers that it now contains. As I enter the courtyard, I spy a young…
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Samuel Jacobson, Seeker of Knowledge – Part 2
I am the one who has come down from heaven to reveal the things of heaven, but I am also the one who must be lifted up to return to heaven, that all may see me and know the way to eternal life.’I lay there a long time, weeping –…
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Samuel Jacobson, Scribe of Nicodemus – Part 1
Not that this lying rabble rouser deserved any better, but it was brutally unfair that gentle Nicodemus had to carry out the dark deed.When he left that night for the encounter, he looked like a man carrying his own cross to a Roman execution.
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O Love That Will Not Let Me Go
Which made me think of this hymn…O LOVE THAT WILT NOT LET ME GOGeorge MathesonO Love that wilt not let me go,I rest my weary soul in thee;I give thee back the life I owe,That in thine ocean depths its flowMay richer, fuller be.O light that followest all my way,I…
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The Kingdom of Love, Take 1
We had the immense privilege of hearing from Bob Mumford, who actually founded our church many years ago. He is a deeply insightful speaker — and has been to hell and back since then — so it was a deep privilege to have him share directly from his heart.In trying…
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Stoned, Part II: Un-Stoned
Continued from “Three Stones“… [I open my eyes. I am lying with my head on Jesus lap. I am a child, perhaps a tween. We are in a garden — beneath the cross. It is early morning, but already hot. A light mist blows from somewhere, cooling us. It is…
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Stoned, Part I: Three Stones
5:30 AM, Sunday, March 11th, 2007 I am walking down a street of some kind, carrying three stones I, um, excreted earlier. Semi-round, they are roughly the size of a quarter, nickel, and dime, respectively. Clean now, I juggle them in my hand, relieved to have them out, but not…
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Trappist by Ernest N. Prabhakar
The following poem was inspired by Kenneth, but it isn’t about him. It is about me.