david neil lowry

In life, despite the myriad of choices and paths that seem to present themselves, there is ultimately only one road available for us to travel. This road is uniquely ours, shaped by our experiences, decisions, and the journey we undertake. The true freedom we possess lies not in the number of paths we can take, but in how we choose to walk the path set before us. Will we tread this path with the ignorance of a fool, oblivious to the lessons and wisdom it offers? Or will we embrace the journey with the humility and insight of a wise fool, aware of our limitations yet open to growth and understanding? The choice is ours, and it defines the essence of our existence.

  • The Broken Down Church I go to a church that’s broken, one that’s been cracked to the core and had its comeuppance. It’s been beaten, battered and knocked to the floor. Some said,  ”We may as well close the doors.”…

  • The only thing dumber than the federal government is the state government. Dumber still is the state followed by the city government. The dumbest of all is your homeowner’s association.

  • Walking amidst flowers, her mind set upon the future and past, never upon the exquisite bloom or fragrance. Looking straight into my eyes, she’s not here.

  • It’s harder for me to hear, though my hearing is perfectly fine. Words, speech, rhetoric, proclaimed in our Homes, schools, churches, media and lives, Filled with anger, pain and rage, Endless debating, name calling, Attacking, yelling, shouting, Drama and diatribes.

  • Time Stood Still My Darling, Friends tell me we met more than half a million minutes ago. But I noticed, before a few seconds had hardly passed, That time was standing still. In its place, a merged continuum of Tender…

  • I learned two new Yiddish words today–schlemiel and schlimazel. The schlemiel is the one who is always spilling the soup, the screw-ups if you will, while the schlimazel is the one that the soup always falls on. Our country has…

  • “Hello Child, do you know where you are?” I was looking into the face of this most beautiful…man, woman, child—I cannot say exactly who or what it was because it was all these things. It was glorious, loving, and warm.…

  • It was a cold winter’s Christmas Eve night in Abilene, Texas. I was eleven or twelve years old, and there was something I wanted very badly for Christmas. I had told Santa, my parents, and anyone who would listen, what…

  • Presented at Dayspring Church 10/23 Not too long ago I was invited to a party at a friend’s house.  It was a casual affair with people who I mostly didn’t know.  I was there because I loved Cary—and most of…

  • Presented at Dayspring Church 10/23 Have you ever noticed how people use the term, “Good Place?”  They say, “She’s not in a very good place right now.”  Or, “The last time you saw me I wasn’t in a very good…