Author Archives: Greg Wright

Now I sit me down to eat And this old saw I shall repeat: If my hands I have not laved There is no way I shall be saved.

My record to date, I must clearly admit,     Has not been so very grand. When questions are put I most often confess     That I simply do not understand.

Regarding the time when Simon sank into the sea, but somehow convinced himself he was a hero. To be sung to the tune of “Do Not Destroy.”

What would it cost to feed such a crowd? What will it take to sate my soul? On the one hand I’ve seen what the Master can do. Yes, he must certainly increase—and multiply. And divide.

See with what confidence I write! Hand over hand, I was made for this work— Like setting sails. I am a fisher of men!

“Let it be done,” the Master yet declares, “To you as you have believed in your heart.” Jesus heals again—but I no longer feel repulsed. I believe Jesus has taught me a great deal.