By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    We must gather the good, hard, and painful experiences of our lives and commit them to a God who wields the power to do something with them and make something of them.
    God may create an unexpected platform;
    He may impose an unlikely timing.
    He may draw an unlikely crowd,
    And He may speak an unusual message ...
    But God will work.
    God wipes our tears and translates our fears into a remarkable testimony that gives Him glory. He utilizes our weaknesses and inserts us into the "cast" of the unrighteous made righteous.
    The unholy made holy.
    The broken made beautiful.
    The sinner made Saint.
    The captive made captured.
    And the beauty and glory of God appears in its purest state through individuals of no estate.
    Thy mystery of God prevails through these mortal and frail frames and the glory of God escapes and makes itself known.
    God makes no mistakes.
    God knows what it takes ...
    To draw men to Himself and receive glory.
    When God breaks us,
    He remakes us,
    And the story and the glory are His;
    For the glory of God alone.

    "And He said unto me, 'My grace is sufficient for thee: for My strength is made perfect in weakness.' Most gladly therefore, will I rather glory in my infirmities that the power of Christ may rest upon me."
    2 Corinthians 12:9


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    I felt the weight of heavy chain,
    So heavy on my soul;
    I wondered, how I wondered,
    What could come through iron’s hold.

    I fought, I struggled long and hard,
    And finally in a heap;
    My battered soul, it did collapse,
    And I began to weep.

    “O God, my God, no strength have I,
    To fight unyielding chain;
    My soul is bruised and battered;
    And my spirit lies in pain.”

    Then did a great and quiet calm,
    Encapsulate and free;
    The very place the iron chain,
    Had overpowered me.

    And certain hope did enter in,
    And something changed within;
    The peace of God accompanied,
    The chain that bound me in.

    The struggling stopped, the striving ceased,
    The iron turned to gold;
    And wisdom entered in the day …
    All strength had left my soul.
     “… He was laid in iron:
    Until the time that His word came; the word of the Lord tried him.”
    Psalm 105:18-19



    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    "I am my Beloved's, and His desire is toward me."
    Song of Solomon 7:10
    My Father,
    What a wonder to be "Your" child,
    Your beloved one.
    I rejoice today in the knowledge that I am in a love relationship with You,
    Pursued by You,
    And chosen by You.
    My life and my conduct here on earth are my response to Your love;
    Oh, that they might be used for Your glory and the exaltation of Your glorious name!
    Where I have failed you,
    You have faithfully upheld me.
    Where I have confessed to You,
    You have freely pardoned me.
    Thank you for Your mercy and Your grace.
    Shine the light of Your countenance inside of my heart, and lead me into a spirit of song and rejoicing.
    Your name and Your righteousness are my glory;  
    Let them lead me to Your holy hill.
    Elevate me in Your righteousnesss,
    Align me in Your truth,
    And position me on earth with a special favor and calling.
    Mercifully, I rest in Your bosom;
    Confidently, I rest in Your love.
    I am Yours and You are mine,



    There's a cruelty so cold,
     It hurts to breathe it;
    And a love so pure,
     It hurts to receive it.
    -Darrelyn L.


    "Courage is forged in pain, but not in all pain. Pain that is denied or ignored becomes fear or hate. Anger that is never transformed becomes resentment and bitterness. I love what Nobel Peace Prize laureate Kailash Satyarthi says in his 2015 TED talk:
    'Anger is within each one of you, and I will share a secret for a few seconds: that if we are confined in the narrow shells of egos, and the circles of selfishness, then the anger will turn out to be hatred, violence, revenge, destruction. But if we are able to break the circles, then the same anger could turn into a great power. We can break the circles by using our inherent compassion and connect with the world through compassion to make the world better. That same anger could be transformed into it.'
    We pay for hate with our lives, and that's too big a price to pay."
    -Brene Brown
    The Quest for True Belonging and the Courage to Stand Alone
    "When we sign up for compassion, we're going to have homework."


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Enveloped in heavy pine and forest undertone,
    A canopy of deep wood meets me.
    For just a little while it is dark, and then certain change,
    And a whisper of light.
    The trees pull back, brightness of blue appears, and for a moment a brilliant sun falls sure upon me.
    Creviced and filtered between two splendorous rock formations, a shaft of light fixes itself narrowly upon me, entirely encompassing me.
    I feel the envelopment and embrace of God;
    His presence here with me.
    I've no wish to run into the darkness but here remain.
    This sense of exposure, vulnerability, and nakedness so keenly felt,
    Purely and transparently revealing me.
    A revelation of God and my soul,
     Simultaneously glimpsed and understood,
    And the two becoming one and both embraced in me.
    The echo of a seasoned voice speaks forcibly:
    "Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."
    -Martin Luther King, Jr.
     I think of Paul's dramatic encounter with the Christ, on the road to Damascus, and the mysterious transfer of darkness to light, and the murderous soul changed by the transcending whisper of light  ... in just one moment.
    "And as he journeyed he came near Damascus; and suddenly there shined round about him a light from heaven."
    Acts 9:3
    I think of the Gentile nations and the hope of Israel in the Christ ... and the whisper of light on the horizon.
    "The people which sat in darkness saw great light; and to them which sat in the region and shadow of death light is sprung up."
    Matthew 4:16
    All of these thoughts eclipsing me.
     I find myself transfixed and engaged in the glory of God,
     Enveloped in a living translation of light.
    And the warmth of  sun burns brightly and forcibly into me.
    The words are true,
    The message is right.
    It is the whisper of light in our darkness which changes everything,
    And not until we are eclipsed by this "Light" do we see anything.
    But suddenly, beautifully, and mysterously ...
    This whisper of light shines into you and me.
    A hiker's path,
    This solemn place,
    This whisper of Light.
    "This then is the message which we have heard of Him and declare unto you,
    'God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all.'"
    1 John 1:5


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    John from Vancouver ... I like you.
    Endurance. Persistence. Resilience.
    Your demonstration of these traits was admirable and inspiring.
     I was "bettered" for having met you.
    At the peak of Black Elk, John from Vancouver, and his lovely wife Helen met us.
    "Professorish" looking, studied, and serious, I put him somewhere in his mid to late 60's.
    He appeared in good shape and donned familiar and seasonal tourist gear;
    Curious George and the man with the "brown" hat instead of the yellow hat came to mind.
    Hiker poles were in both his hands and he was enjoying a liberal scan of the spectacular landscape.
    The pair struck up a quick and easy conversation with us.
    Almost immediately I felt the wondrous flame of inspiration spark me.
    Only six months ago in March, dear Reader, John was undergoing a knee replacement.
    The massive stitch line trailing across the entirety of his knee was extraordinary and clearly in an ongoing phase of healing.
    John shared about his love for hiking with the sincere suggestion that his knee surgery wasn't an excuse to slow down and stop hiking, but reason to press on and keep hiking.
    A hiker to the heart, he was adamant about seizing opportunity,
    And silencing negativity,
    Both within himself and others.
    Applause. Cheers. Accolades.
    John is marching to the beat of a different drummer and I'm marching to the beat of a "distant" Drummer and we understand one another.
     I'm not at all surprised we should meet;
    I'm destined for such encounters and many more to come.
    Mmmm ...
    God be praised for His holy rhythmic, steady beat and the joining and intertwining of courageous lives.
    Such individuals are destined to gather,
    To meet on a peak ...
    And prevail.
    "If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away."
    -Henry David Thoreau (1817-62)


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Special Olympics is celebrating their 50th Anniversary and I "took a hike" to raise funds in response. The panoramic scene stretched out before my eyes on Black Elk, just yesterday, was breath-takingly beautiful.
    The picture perfect weather conditions afforded a hike and a view incomparable to the eight preceding hikes on the mount ... and God's presence was profoundly observed.
    The early morning air was fragrant with an intermingling of earth and pine, and I greedily absorbed her poetic breath. She filled me, empowered me, refreshed me, and refueled me.
    Scent wields the power of encompassing sacred memory and I breathed her in indulgenty, deliberately, and decidedly.
    - The sounds of nature, audibly and everywhere present, furnished my hungry soul with clarifying clean insight and stirring internal thought.
    Words and thoughts ran plentiful and descriptive.
     I encouraged the creative juices to flow generously and felt amply rewarded by the extended lingering moments I afforded myself.
    I stopped and hid in rocks and crevices,
    I entered "hidden" fissures, nooks, and clefts.
    I made private and personal discoveries all along the way without ignoring the "lesser" places hidden from view.
    The experience of feet dangling from the heights,
    And then uncovered, not long after, in a refreshing creekbed was afforded me.
    Cold invigorating waters flowed over me;
    Deep cleansing thoughts flowed into me.
    Tangible forces of nature disrobed and clothed me;
    And I felt myself enshrouded in them.
    A glorious view was presented and an endless landscape of "words" afforded.
    -The sun scattered her rays in glorious fashion through "thick of forest" and pine-needled path.
    -Dry elephant skin stretched tightly around extended rock formations provoked me,
    -Strewn "lincoln-logs" preserved like matchsticks vacantly stared in wonderment at me.
    And all about me,
    Deep within me,
    Life and beauty took hold of me ...
    Enfolded me.
    God walked with me,
    Talked with me,
    And He knew me.
    My feet have conveyed me up Black Elk more than eight times now but none have had more stirring or profound effect than this one.
    My steps mattered,
    My climb counted,
    I made a difference in the lives of others ... and it made a difference in me.
    Black Elk calls my name again.
     I'll bring others with me,
    Because it's in me.
    Is it in you?
    *See my view on the Contact page ...
    And join me.


    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    Lord ….
    I see you right beside me,
    In this valley of decision;
    You are leading and preparing me,
    To see with greater vision.

    Enabling me in spirit,
    With a lens of keener sight;
    Altered by a realm,
    Of holy cleansing, perfect light.

     Calling me with purpose,
    By Your will and sovereign choice;
    Giving me provision,
    As I heed Your holy voice.

    Grant me deep discernment,
    As I move on fleshly plain;
    To see that my election,
    Bears the witness of Your name.
    “Therefore, brothers, be all the more diligent to make certain about His calling and choosing you; for as long as you practice these things, you will never stumble.”
    2 Peter 1:10



    By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

    "William Stirrat, aka Hy Zaret, was 16 when he wrote the lyrics about Mary Louise "Cookie" Pierce (prettiest girl he ever saw but never spoke too on account of shyness.) Alex North wrote the music to 'Unchained Melody.' Ask anyone over the age of, say, 30, if they remember the song 'Unchained Melody' and they will likely begin to sing you the lyrics "Oh, my love, my darling / I've hungered for your touch / A long, lonely time."
    The young lyricist who wrote those words waited a long time (19 years,) to hear it performed in public, but when the song finally hit the charts in 1955, it went straight to the top and has been there on and off for almost 50 years."
    -Linda DeNicola
    Staff writer to the News Transcript
    Interesting facts regarding this song:
    1) The word "Unchained" is never used in the lyrics. It was named for the little known prison film "Unchained" in which it was first featured.
    2) Several versions exist of when, why, and how the song was actually composed.
    I favor the version above based on the staff-writer's "one on one" interview with Hy Zaret, and the sense of vulnerability projected throughout the rest of the article (not all recorded here on account of space.)
    3) Alex North put the words to extraordinary music and made the words magical.
    4) The Righteous Brothers sang the song in 1955 and it became one of the most recorded songs in the 20th century.
    If you've never heard the song, dear Reader, you're in for a treat.
    The combination of word, music, and voice is second to none and no one sings it like the Righteous Brothers.
    In fact, when I listened to the CD in its entirety, every poetic nerve awoke in me;
    All on account of an old CD sitting in a Goodwill shop,
    Calling my name on my way out the door.
    Glad I picked it up.
    Hmmm ...
    We never know when something beautiful might waken and move us;
    When a composition of something beautiful, sweet, and good might speak to us and provoke us toward something stirring, good, and tender.
    There's something sweetly evoking, dear Reader, about returning to a "simpler" day,
    A tender way,
    And a loving song.
    Each time I listen I drift away:
    "Time goes by so slowly ...
    And time can do so much."
    Give the song a "listen too" and enjoy an old review of a beautiful yesterday,  dear Reader. Slow down, make time ... and listen to the music. 

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