Words of Joy

Covering Nightly News

By Joy Nix

Havin’ a feel good day everythin’ goin’ my way… …take a load off… dolby stereo…flat screen tv… if only it all was in 3-D …beer…chips…my surplus-store-fatigues safe, secure and comfortably free… This kind of history I’ve just known by the book. Now I’m getting A first hand 48” look. I look at the map and search just to see where in the world these people not free. I don’t understand your way of... »

Living Water

By Joy Nix

Dry, parched, thirsty, dried up. Think back to a time you have been the thirstiest, had the driest mouth, as parched as you have ever been. Makes you thirsty just reading these words doesn’t it? Let me tell you about mine…… I was 13 years old at the time and my best friend and I were horseback riding.... »

What Would Jesus Do? WWJD

By Joy Nix

We see the initials W.W.J.D. nowadays on everything from T-shirts to teacups. Hopefully each time we see it, it brings to our mind how we should be like Jesus. During the crucifixion there are many monumental moments to ponder, yet, during our Lord’s physical and spiritual grief and pain, he notices people for whom he cares and even for those who... »

Jerusalem

By Joy Nix

Occupied Territory ….where Jesus did dwell Soldiers carry arms …little children ran to His Treaties broken …the promised land Land flows blood …milk and honey No celebration …Messiah’s birth Eyes of distrust …trust in the... »

The Listener of Colors

By Joy Nix

He sits and he listens and helps me to think, even though I am sure I am close to the brink. At times he gets close to what makes me sad, though I laugh at it all he can still make me mad. With wisdom he advises; our counselor and guide with ideas that are true but for us not yet tried. At first I was... »

The Day You Became a Man

By Joy Nix

It had to be done. Pulling yourself up by your bootstraps as in days of old-- the gunfighter and his faithful horse, relying on his owner to do the right thing. You could have passed the buck. It wasn’t the day of graduation nor the day you turned twenty-one. Not even the day you put your trust in the Three in One. It was the day you had to make... »

A Silent Season

By Joy Nix

I had no voice except in my heart for a time – a silent season. To be content in bleakest winter impatient for the bursting Spring. Could a heart hold all your praise? It seeps through my pores. I must have your presence to realize full praise lest my heart explode in the... »

In Honor of Service

By Pam Sharp

Life at the center, home, and community has been a whirl wind which it always is at the end of the school year. The second retirement from the City of Norman by Herman “Woody” Morgan the center’s “Keeper of the Gate” or as I should formally call his position “Custodian” was tough but I wish him the best. Woody served... »

Covering Nightly News

By Joy Nix

Havin’ a feel good day everythin’ goin’ my way… …take a load off… dolby stereo…flat screen tv… if only it all was in 3-D …beer…chips…my surplus-store-fatigues safe, secure and comfortably free… This kind of history I’ve just known by the book. Now I’m getting A first hand 48” look. I look at the map and search just to see where in the world these people not free. I don’t understand your way of... »

On My Way Home

By Joy Nix

On my way home a patchwork of gray before me. Listening to my gentle, quiet memories… humming to some words I don’t remember. Bumpety bump…a thud here and there. Trees rising on both sides my own parting of the waters. The glitter above pushes its way through the throng of blackness. Screech! We stare at each other, respectfully. I for the wonder of nature, ... »

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