Friday, October 16, 2026

He Speaks

I have always loved willows. When I was a young child in Maryland, there was a willow in our backyard. Our first home in Virginia had a willow. Our neighbors on both sides of us now have willows, and when we leave our community there is a willow on the other side of a pond we pass. There used to be two willows across the pond, but one was bent over during a storm and the property owner, rather than attempting to save the beautiful tree...cut it down.

The other day a young lady who was bagging my groceries had a name tag which said, "Willow." She brightened up when I called her by name and told her what a beautiful name she has.

Can we hear Him this morning?  


He speaks

 

He speaks In the wind

He whispers in the willows

He warms me in the sunshine

He embraces me in the moonlight

 

He sings with the songbirds

He dances with the butterflies

He plays with the puppies

He laughs with the babies

 

He joins His tears with mine

He feels my every sorrow

He picks me up when I fall

He calls me by my name

 

His Name is Jesus

And His love is everlasting

His kindness overwhelming

And His heart beats for me…and you.

 

R. L. Withers, 2026

Thursday, October 15, 2026

The Backstory of Friendship and Theo of Golden

 

 

In early 2025 I shared a few reflections on Allen Levi’s Theo of Golden, which has become an international bestseller. My friend Michael Daily recommended it to me. When I first read it (I have read it more than once) it was a self-published book that was so compelling that it easily overcame its rough editorial edges (which were not many). While I have not read the Simon and Schuster (Atria) edition, I assume the “edges” have been rounded.

 

It was a bit of a dance to write about Theo, because I didn’t want to give anything away. When people asked me then, “What is the book about?” all I could say is, “You’ll have to read it.” This is the same answer I have today, the story has so many facets that I don’t think I have any business in reducing it to a line or two, and indeed, it keeps speaking in so many ways.

 

My friend Michael recently sent me a link to a podcast about Allen Levi and Theo, I didn’t listen to the podcast but I did read the transcript, and it is beautiful. While the title is about the “real Theo,” I did not “see” that as I read the transcript, in fact, I wasn’t interested in the real story behind the real Theo – I want to continue to encounter the book as it was given life and continues to give life – I want my relationship with the story to continue to grow, not to be frozen in time or understanding.

 

What is beautiful to me in the transcript is the story of friendship, friendship that is more than friendship; relationship in which, as Paul writes, we are “members of one another.” This is embodied in the podcast transcript in the hospital scene, in which Dickey says of Ben, “He’s not a friend, he’s a part of me.”

 

Whether you have read Theo or not, this is a beautiful piece to read or listen to…it certainly portrays my ideal of our life in Christ…an experience I desire…and if you haven’t read Theo…I think it is wonderful…beautiful…challenging…maybe I’ll write a few more reflections…

Here’s the link: Allen Levi’s Golden Friends and the Real-Life Theo

 

love Bob

 

 

Tuesday, October 13, 2026

And He Was Such A Nice Boy - Conclusion

 

“That was it…he was gone…booked out of tow…didn’t take his tools…and I didn’t hear anything from him or about him for a couple of months…then…then…some strange reports started filtering into Nazareth…seems there was someone else now preaching and teaching besides John the Baptist…and this someone else was healing people and casting out evil spirits…someone had taken the things John the Baptist was doing to another level…I couldn’t believe it at first…it was Jesus…my friend…my coworker…why he was over in Capernaum doing these things…until…two weeks ago…he shows up back here in Nazareth…shows up to insult us…to offend us…I don’t know what go into him…

            “And to think that he was such a nice boy.

            “It was the Sabbath…two weeks ago…like I said…I’m not big on religious stuff…I go to synagogue because that’s what folks do…and I’m content with that…well Jesus, he always goes to the synagogue too…and he often reads the scrolls aloud to us and teaches a bit here and there…he has a nice way about himself…that is…until two weeks ago.

            “Things are moving along quite well during the Sabbath service, and I figure we’ll get out in time for me to have a nice long nap before dinner, when Jesus stands up to read…he’s given the scroll of Isaiah the prophet to read from…unscrolls it…and reads a section about the coming Messiah…God’s anointed…he rewinds the scroll…gives it back to the attendant…sits down…and says, “Today, this Scripture is fulfilled in your hearing.”  “Today, this Scripture is fulfilled in your hearing,”?

            “What is this?  What’s going on?  What’s he saying?  Isaiah is talking about the Messiah, but this is Joseph’s son?  What’s the deal?  Has he lost his mind?  This is Joseph's son.

            “Well, let’s see him prove it.  Let’s see him do in Nazareth the kind of things we’ve heard he’s been doing in Capernaum.  Let’s just see about this Jesus, this local boy gone loco.

            “But before we can challenge him he says, “No prophet is accepted in his own country.”  And then he goes too far…too too far…he crosses the line…he compares us…his own hometown…to ancient Israel in the time of Elijah and Elisha…a time when God went beyond the boundaries of our own people and provided for and healed foreigners, people who were not Israelites…the widow of Zarephath and Naaman the Syrian.  This is too much…too much…first he says he’s the fulfillment of Isaiah’s prophecy…then he implies that God is going to go outside of the people of Israel with His blessings…too much…too much…he deserves to die…you understand don’t you?  He deserves to die!!!  And how he escaped from us…I’ll never know.”

            “And to think…he was such a nice boy.”

 

END OF NARRATIVE

 

            The Book, the paper, the ink, the cover, the binding…words spoken and written centuries…millennia ago…spoken out of eternity…through the heart and minds and spirits of men…translated into hundred of languages and dialects…carried across oceans…mountains…deserts…through rainforests…

            Jesus Christ…promised through one prophet after another…born of the virgin Mary…announced to the shepherds…adored and worshipped by the wise men…his death sought by Herod the king…his birth unrecognized by the religious leaders…and if that were it…the entire story…just the birth account…then we’d have no attempted murder in Nazareth…

            But the Word was made flesh that the Word might be fulfilled…that the Word might be translated into fulfillment in the life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ…for a book with only a preface is no book…

            And while the Scriptures may be translated into hundreds and thousands of languages and dialects…and while they may be carried across oceans, mountains, deserts and through rainforests…and while they may be read over radio and television waves…until they are translated into our lives…we have a preface but not a book.

            It has been said that the greatest distance is the 18 inches between the mind and heart…for until the Scriptures are translated from the mind and made alive in the heart…we have a preface but not a book.

            God calls us to turn the page…and the next page…and the next page…He calls us to allow His purposes to unfold in our lives…to be people of destiny…people who say, “Yes Lord, let this Scripture not only be fulfilled in our ears, but in our lives.”

            Our life in Christ ought to be the greatest adventure story we’ll ever read…the most exciting book, movie or theater…for God is the author and finisher…the scroll is here…we have only to open ourselves to it and allow the Holy Spirit to marry our hearts and minds with the Word…and we will find that the Word will be made flesh…and live among us…live within us…for His name is Immanuel, God with us, revealed in us.

            God in me, for all to see, the Son of God, from eternity.  Immanuel, Immanuel, Immanuel in you, Immanuel in me, Immanuel in us…allow Him to open His book within you, to open Himself within you…for as Paul writes to the Colossians…the goal of the Gospel is…Christ in you, the hope of glory.