T.M. Moore is a first-rate theologian, so everything he writes is well-grounded in Scripture. However, when most people think of “theology,” they think of a lifeless treatise that is boring to read, or perhaps difficult to grasp. But T.M. totally shakes things up in Bricks And Rungs with rock-solid theology presented in beautiful poetic verse.
Bricks And Rungs is all about finding our purpose or calling in life. T.M. says—
“Most people have a sense of being here for some reason. They must become something, achieve something, or come to know something which they consider to be unique to them. Something is out there for them, beckoning them, drawing and wooing them beyond themselves to realize more of something, however that is envisioned or whatever it may be.
“Calling is experienced as a summons from without, a beckoning which resonates with something within, something deeply personal, leading us to aspire to more than what we know or are or have at present. …
“Everyone has a sense of calling. Christians know this to be a summons from God, a command which their lives are intended to fulfill by knowing God and serving Him. The Christian knows that each human being is called to know God and, knowing Him, to serve Him gladly and fruitfully. Calling thus involves our need to be blessed and to be a blessing to others.”
Some of these poems are autobiographical to T.M. Moore, some are reflections on Scripture, and some are musings about how each of us discovers our own calling. But all of these poems will open a window in your soul to hear God’s voice speaking to you about your own unique calling.
Take some time to linger over these insightful words.
April 26, 2018 at 1:06 pm
[…] April 26, 2018 — Craig T. Owens You never, Heraclitus claimed, step in the same stream twice. Appearances may seem the same (familiarity’s to blame, or each things never-changing name), but heed that Greek’s advice. There’s more to life than meets the eye or dances on the ear. The moments of our lives flow by, fraught with potential we might try; yet, deaf to their sweet siren cry, we neither see nor hear. But hidden in each common thing and every routine sound, in leafless trees, on flashing wing, the song that common sparrows sing, and each arriving email’s “Ding!” are wonders to be found. Step through, then, into unseen worlds where mysteries abound. Eternal truths will be unfurled, and nagging doubts behind you hurled when your poor soul is slowly swirled, turned upright and around in common things profound. —T.M. Moore, from his book Bricks And Rungs […]
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June 12, 2018 at 1:02 pm
[…] June 12, 2018 — Craig T. Owens Work is no curse; from the beginning we were made for work, to seek the goodness of the Lord, to multiply His beauty, love, and truth, and serve His creatures happily. When work is as a gift and ministry received, a sacred calling from above, then will each labor be engaged with love and excellence, imparting dignity and grace to those it serves, that they may see in every labor a reflection of the God who by His sacrifice of love has worked the miracle that sets us free. You are love’s labor, everyone can see, especially as you labor long with Me. —T.M. Moore, from his book Bricks And Rungs […]
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November 10, 2018 at 6:04 am
[…] So when that small, bright bloom you see, that lure waved by the Deity, then from those leaflets, one in three, receive God’s love, unhurriedly. —T. M. Moore, Bricks and Rungs […]
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January 1, 2019 at 6:06 am
[…] Bricks and Rungs […]
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March 16, 2019 at 6:11 am
[…] plead. Let not my words fall to the ground, O Lord, but let them prove Your ever-fruitful Word. —T.M. Moore (based on 1 Samuel […]
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June 22, 2019 at 6:01 am
[…] Psalm 97:1-6 Fire flows to mark His path, and burns away His foes by righteousness and justice, oozing forth to bless the world and overpave the mess we men have made of things. He turns this way and that in all His worth: As there, Lord, let it be on earth! —T.M. Moore […]
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August 24, 2019 at 6:05 am
[…] Thus goodness e’er shall follow me, mercy all my path shall see, Your house shall my dwelling be forever after still. —T.M. Moore, in Bricks And Rungs […]
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