cutsplit.jpeg

Cut & Split NEW!

by Mark Brunner

 

Devotions inspired by living with trees.

 

72 pages, softcover–This Passing Day, 2019  $7.99

Check out hundreds of past devotions
Latest Devotions
archives.jpg

Feelings?

My friend, may I ask you a question? Some of us are moody on a regular, almost predictable basis. Others are blessed with the unpredictable mood; the one that for whatever reason lands like a ton of bricks on us and sticks around like an uninvited guest. Whatever the case, is moodiness something we all struggle with from time to time? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. "Sometimes you feel like a nut and sometimes you don’t;" just another one of those advertising jingles that has bored its way deep into my subconscious. As innocent as many of these little ditties might seem (and as irritating as they might be to my family since I know hundreds of

Boomerang?

My friend, may I ask you a question? Are encouragement and praise like a boomerang; the more you give it, the more it wants to return? Is it really just a matter of knowing this that can make all the difference not only in your life but in the lives of those around you? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. When someone does something good you applaud! You’ll make two people happy.” The life-long motto of film magnate, Samuel Goldwyn, he knew that appreciation was a two-way street. The one who received it benefited as well as the one who gave it. Both were fulfilled. I have often wondered why people are so reluctant to bring encouragement and prais

My peace?

My friend, may I ask you a question? Are you afraid of death? Most people are despite what they might say. Putting death in perspective, however, can take most, if not all, of the fear out of it. Could it be that the experience may be new; but we know the outcome? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. Are you afraid of death? Most people are despite what they might say. Putting death in perspective, however, can take most, if not all, of the fear out of it. Here’s a story: A woman diagnosed with terminal cancer had returned home from the hospital. That morning, her daughters stopped by to visit. When they arrived at the front door they let themsel

Love bricks?

My friend, may I ask you a question? Is it easy sometimes to hide behind our own comfortable, lives in order to avoid committing flagrant acts of love? Does it takes a “love brick” thrown by someone in need to knock us into our senses and remind us that carrying someone else’s burden is what true Christian love is all about? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. Years ago I wanted to watch a movie with my son. It was one of those flicks with lots of suspense and some pretty good “action” sequences. That was my focus when I came downstairs to put the DVD into the player and start watching. Unfortunately, my son had one more thing to do before he coul

Make it go?

My friend, may I ask you a question? When someone steps in to lend a hand isn’t it amazing the work that can be done and even the pain that can be spared? Could it be that It’s no different when it comes to lending a hand to our fellowman? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. Years ago I was confronted with moving my son’s go-cart from one end of the woodshed to the other. But, because I had stacked quite a bit of wood in the middle of the shed, I couldn’t push the cart. I had to tip it up and carry it. That’s when I ran into trouble. It was a bit too heavy for me to move alone and it wasn’t long before my shoulder muscles began to ache. That’s whe

Doctor's orders?

My friend, may I ask you a question? When we relinquish our burdens to God, does He offers us joy and growth as we travel over the bumps and washouts of life? And, do we do so without the heavy burden of carrying a load of care He wanted to carry in the first place? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. When the local paper comes I open it immediately to the Sports Section. It isn't the sports that I am looking for, however. The daily crossword puzzle is in that section. Monday through Friday the puzzles are pretty easy and I'm able to solve them in a matter of five minutes or so. But that Saturday puzzle is always a challenge. It is three times lar

God 24/7?

My friend, may I ask you a question? Wouldn’t it be great to be able to just pick up the phone or tap a few keys and we would be linked with the Lord, just like that? Wouldn’t life be so much simpler and so much more rewarding if God had set up the Internet first and then created the universe? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. Back in the days when the earth's crust was cooling and I was growing up, if you wanted to get a message to someone and you didn’t have the phone number, you had to rely on an operator for assistance. That was a phone number I memorized as a kid: 555-1212. With this handy number, you could at least find a telephone number,

Mouth disease?

My friend, may I ask you a question? When we are too quick to save face, is our best defense sometimes our worst offense? Does the Bible gives us many examples of “egg on the face” actions that resulted from individuals too quick on the trigger when it came to defending their own, usually inadequate, actions. My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. Open mouth, insert foot! There are few times in life more embarrassing than when we say something we didn’t mean to say or let something slip that should not have been said. On the occasion of a recent birthday in our household, I was given the task of disguising our daughter’s gift (because of its bulk) un

About you

My friend, may I ask you a question? When people are in trouble, do you sense their needs and are willing to help? In a sense does that mean you have to step out of "you" and into a "them" mindset? When you step out of yourself, however, do you become vulnerable, even open to attack? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. When was the last time that you went out of your way to do something for someone else? I'm not talking about the check that you stuck into the Heart Fund envelope recently or the friendly "wave-through" you did at the intersection, allowing another driver to turn before you did. No, I'm talking about doing something that took time a

Choices?

My friend, may I ask you a question? Life is an endless parade of choices. We choose to eat; we choose to fast. We choose to work; we choose to play. We choose to help; we choose to hinder. Does Christian freedom gives us permission to act one, way or the other? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. Many years ago I was attending church when I saw something that I will never forget. The choir, sitting in the front of the congregation, had just risen to sing an anthem. That's when a young lady left her spot in the soprano section and walked across the front of the church, past the pulpit and sat down in a pew near the front of the church. She seated

Keep singing?

My friend, may I ask you a question? Which are you? Are you bitter about everything? Or is your only purpose self-gratification and fulfillment? Did you know that when Jesus controls your life, you’ll be able to find your true purpose in it–true joy? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. https://youtu.be/uD0hA3flkDg We have an abundance of Wrens nesting here at Beech Springs. My guess is that there are probably a dozen pairs nesting in and about our four acres. I’ve put up several Wren houses, but there aren’t enough houses for all the Wrens wanting to build nests. So, they get creative. One pair built a nest in our clothesline pole. One little guy,

Worth it?

My friend, may I ask you a question? If we ever lose sight of what God has in store for us, like a butterfly, the struggle to emerge from this earthly body that imprisons the beauty of a child redeemed and beautiful in the eyes of God, will it give us cause to cross many an ocean of pain, struggle and danger? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. One of the more enduring memories I have of childhood is the time I stumbled upon a Monarch Butterfly chrysalis that by chance had just begun to open. I remember watching as the butterfly pushed and struggled to escape its shell. It didn’t happen in a moment. I sat watching the struggle for well over an hou

Grudge match?

My friend, may I ask you a question? When we carry a grudge and entertain a bitter spirit, is it like being stung repeatedly by the same bee? When we choose to stand in the way of love, determined to fight it out for what might seem right or fair, do we stand a pretty good chance of coming out on the short end of the stick? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. Have you ever drawn straws? You know; there’s some sort of unpleasant task that falls to a group to do and no one wants to do it? Everyone agrees to pick a straw from someone’s clenched fist. All the straws are the same length but one and that “short straw” is the one straw that assigns the u

Reserved seat?

My friend, may I ask you a question? Would just being able to know tomorrow’s lottery drawing would be benefit enough to have the future at your beck and call? Tomorrow’s bills would be a memory and that money tree you joked about that was growing in your backyard? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. If I could see down the road a bit! If you knew what was going to happen to you the next day, the next week, even in the next ten years, what a treasure that would be. Taking stock of your mistakes, you could make inventory of every situation; being able to avoid the pitfalls before they come. But, since the future holds not only a blue- print of what

Peace of God?

My friend, may I ask you a question? Were you ever so angry at someone that you simply had to practice an angry speech in front of a mirror? Were there times in your life as well when you mumbled angry words into a mirror just to see how they would sound and look to the person we really wanted to hurt with those words. My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. Were you ever so angry at someone that you simply had to practice an angry speech in front of a mirror? I’m sure there were times in your life as well as in mine when we mumbled angry words into a mirror just to see how they would sound and look to the person we really wanted to hurt with those wo

Carpe Diem

My friend, may I ask you a question? What went through Jesus’s mind each morning as he awoke to another day of ministry on this earth? Was it time was short and the day was rapidly advancing when his work would be brought to end? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. Carpe Diem! Years ago, engraved in the keystone of the old fellowship hall I passed every day on my way to the office, I had glanced at it countless times. But on this particular day, with my youngest daughter in the car, her question prompted me to cast a second look. What does “Carp Dime” mean dad?” “That’s carp-ae dee-um.” I said. “It’s Latin for seize the day!” She looked at me quiz

Good enough?

My friend, may I ask you a question? Did God make Christians to be distinctly who we are? He did not mean us to become a part of a slow moving body of human sameness. Do you find yourself doing and being like everyone else around you? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. One thing about water, it always finds the easiest pathway to its destination. I watched it rain the other day and as the drops fell harder and faster, tiny, little waterways began to collect in our driveway. They wound around the drive in deli- cate finger-like patterns as they coursed toward the edge of the hill overlooking the No Name creek below. As I watched each little stream

Waiting for Jesus?

My friend, may I ask you a question? How it is with our Christian lives that in times of peace and prosperity our moral senses can become dulled, barely able to do the work God has put them in place to do? Are we waiting for Jesus to contact us? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. Years ago my wife and I decided to do some landscaping work in the side yard. It involved stripping some sod and weeds away from a fencerow and around a garden enclosure as well as digging out the soil for a few inches and then filling the shallow trenches with decorative mulch. After gathering the tools that I would need and tossing them into the garden trailer behind t

The Patriot?

My friend, may I ask you a question? When it comes to loving our country, is patriotism enough? Are we missing something critically important that dwarfs love of country? Is something else needed as well? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. Recently, during heavy rains, our basement flooded. The carpeting was saturated and we moved quickly to remove it out- side in an effort to dry it out. We hung pieces of carpet wherever we could and then waited for the sun to do its work and dry things up. After a day or so we checked each one and found them completely dry. But, when we put our noses into the carpets we were greeted with an ugly odor. The carpe

Get working?

My friend, may I ask you a question? If America is a great county is it worth fighting for? And, when you think of it, isn’t it worth at least an angry letter on our part every now and then? Shouldn’t each one of us be willing to get into the fight over where our country is going? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m M. Clifford Brunner. One thing my Dad taught me growing up was this: if it’s something that you truly believe in, it’s something worth fight- ing for. I remember as a teenager getting terribly upset about some political issue that really rankled me. I blustered and spouted off at the dinner table one evening while my Dad patiently scraped his peas into his

Today's

Stuff

Ravi Zacharias

Other Voices:

Ravi Zacharias & Frances Schaeffer

This Passing Day Bible Studies

bible study
This Passing Day Devotional Studies
commentary on bible
Do you have a prayer request?

Send me an email requesting 5 devotions on any particular topic and I will send them to you.

Mark

Subscribe Here
Mark Brunner
for This Passing Day

This Passing Day is here for you and to glorify and praise Jesus Christ, our Lord. I hope that you enjoy the devotions and other resources found here. Please remember to pray for this ministry and pass it on to a friend when you get a chance.

 

God bless your day in Christ! 

Mark

Need a Sunday break? Click on Mark and book him for a Wednesday or Sunday service.

© 2020 by This Passing Day  / 9503 Town Line Road, Kewaskum, WI 53040  /  414/412-1820 /  markcbbrunner@thispassingday.com