The Trackless Path

Hello, My name is Jonathan McCormick and I would like to say thanks for all of the great work that you have done on The Chosen! It seems to me that it is a very important work and that it is also timely. It seems that the world has been prepared to hear these stories retold at this time and in this way. And I am so grateful that all of you have felt called to participate in its production. Thank y...

I was raised with worn upholstery And so I am not  A part of that class  Which appreciates new things. I wish it were different at times But it is what it is. Once in a while My comfortable soul Beguiles itself Into believing  That there is a virtue In my poverty  But there is not, No more  Than there is virtue In your wealth. It is a mistake to believe  In that kind of goodness. In former lives,...

A response to The Chosen, Season 3, Episode 8.

They begin to come down This time of year From the Mountains. And in my town,  You are as likely  To see them anywhere As you are to see people Or birds at the bird feeder. But if you are not careful, Just like birds They disappear. Did you know That there are people Who cannot see the birds, People who have not Seen them for years. It is one huge  Mass of metal for them, And glass, and wood And p...

It's time for another beggar's bowl. But I don't know what to say. And so I'll ask if you can help. I will continue doing this One way or the other. But it means so much When people cast a vote To let me live, to work, another day. I don't ask for much: a couple of quarters, or dimes, as the case may be, or not. After all, every channel is asking for a handout now-a-days.  And...

What if we worked for cost but left the profit margin to those who buy?

Rush Rush Said the Captain, The Son of a Captain, Whose Father was Captain before We drive for the Nethermost edge of the world Where we'll meet The great captains of yore. We are told That they wait us Were ne're a hiatus Is known on that distant black shore. But the devil will greet us And slyly intreat us With the lie Just a little bit more.

Letting go of that which you cannot understand.

They believe that we are no threat. And they are right. Yet little do they know The power of Silence  Though immersed and surrounded by it. They rarely notice  And certainly, never give ear. For there is too much to say. Too much to do. Too little time. They are too busy  Doing good To hear. While all the while Silence grows. With deafening stealth. Until… Silence only knows. But those who listen ...

An examination of the patron model and its capacity to change the way we think about personal profit for the better.

With downward eye he cries, But not aloud. An inward aching, fearful Shifting from side to side. A turning tearful glance.   To what? To where? How much? Alone? What if? And Why? All at once.   And then to where his soul would fly… No place, nowhere, No answer. But to try.   But he’s worn out to trying And broken to the fight.   The world is run by wits But when wits fail, what then?

A report and a little story about abundance.

Taking a closer look at the ideas that surround the second coming of Jesus Christ. There is more there than meets the eye.

Bright lights And applause. And women. And the rush of hallow fame. It's an illusion With nothing more to gain Than cankerous ruin. Yet they run after it. Women dress their darlings For charade And prance them in front  Of lecherous men And crowds set to devour, All for the empty acclaim That consumes its subject  By degrees. And the winners  Pay for their fleeting notoriety With their souls ...

Examining the wealth that is held in the community of the followers of God.

While my ambition slept, I dreamt of a world  Where naps were allowed. In my dream, I met the secret side  Of CEOs And Entrepreneurs, The side they hide From themselves. And there They were just as lazy as I, Lazy enough to see the sky, To feel the breeze, To take a ride  With the windows down In the middle of the afternoon Without a thought  Of the bottom line Nor even a concern For what they&#39...

As we seek enlightenment, we invariably discover that we must be saved from ourselves.

There has never been a time  In the history of the world  When people have felt more alone Than today. That doesn't mean that we are  But it seems that way at times. If you are alone,  Remember That loneliness is shared With those as lonley as ourselves. Believe in the lonely somebodies Who must share the yoke  You bear. We are a clan you know - A band of ones Who long to love But who instead...

Asking is an essential part of a healthy economy. It supports the community's financial well-being and preserves the soul of both the giver and receiver.

God moves to bring about the miracle after we have faith and after our will aligns with His will.

It takes no machismo To be a skeptic. It's little more than nothing  To disbelieve. Would you be strong? Would you stand upon the mountain And sing the triumph song? Then believe! Show me one with faith And I will show you A thousand sheep So weak That they cannot be bothered By conviction Till it's nipping  At their heels With proofs so terrifying As to drain the life  From their already ...

Retreat seems to be the answer to the problem of outward evil. All else is war... It seems that we must forsake our ground, Renounce our claim, And prefer even to die Rather than participate in a world where we see others as our enemies.

Have you ever been lost In dreamy reverie? Have your friends laughed When they drew you up Out of some misty waken slumber? Have they chided you For missing the obvious Or for forgetting your location? If so, then you are not unusual. But there are some  For whom the call of dreams Speaks more loudly than the thing Which others call reality. It seeps in Like an early fog  Obscuring the priorities...

My thoughts on Christmas and traditions that promise other-worldly gifts of inward bliss - grateful reflections and an eye toward the true gifts of the unseen world.

Don't give up. Hope is there beneath it all. Hiding. Thank God!