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Articles by Dean Kellio

If I could be any man that ever lived, but just one man, then maybe I would have been Adam. Adam was unique, a direct creation of God who had personal contact, fellowship with his Creator as they walked together in the coolness of the garden. Adam didn’t have a belly button and was the lead gardener having the responsibility of naming all the animals. How perfect life would have been for him if only he would have made better choices.

For some unknown reason as I looked into the mirror that sat flat on the kitchen table I began to think of impossible things. Can God make a rock so big that He can’t lift it, how many angels can dance on the head of a pin and if God created other life in this universe, did Jesus have to die for them too?

By Dean Kellio


There’s joy in a journey. With each step we take we get closer to our final destination. A journey of a thousand miles begins with just one first step where we move forward by putting one foot in front of the other.

“He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn over all creation. For by Him all things were created that are in heaven and that are on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers. All things were created through Him and for Him. And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. And He is the head of the body, the church, who is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in all things He may have the preeminence.” Do you know Him?

Have you ever felt really alone? Like you were of no consequence to anyone or that your life was completely purposeless? Like old flavorless salt on the verge of being thrown out or a light bulb whose filament now only produces a dim glow. It’s a worthless feeling of hopelessness and desperation where it seems that even God has turned his back on you. 

“Jeshua is the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty,” said Uriel as he turned towards the bright light.

There was no sensation of time passing as Maria met each and everyone who was in the crowd that had come out to meet her in the meadow. She knew each person instinctively even though they all seemed to look as they did in their early twenties. Her mom and dad, brother, aunts, uncles, grandparents and then there was a cloud of witnesses that had come out to meet her.

The massive stroke had shredded her aorta. In the twinkling of an eye Maria was gone. Eighty full years of life had evaporated into thin air. Her husband frantically called 911 as the operator gave instructions. “Put her flat on the floor, clear her airway, keep her warm” came the instructions through the receiver.

Its 2:22 on Tuesday afternoon as I walk out my front door my Terrier-Border collie mix meets me with her favorite Frisbee in her mouth. I grab it and sail it through the air past a courtyard full of roses, iris, geraniums and star jasmine. She misses catching it because it was a bad throw and the disc careens into a large Dandelion patch. Several of the spherical seeds explode into the air sending hundreds of parachute like seeds on a new journey in search of a place to sprout and grow.

They were all resting in the upper room as the last fleeting rays of warm sunshine disappeared behind the pinnacles of the Temple.  John was busy lighting oil lamps hanging on the walls inside the alabaster room. The other eleven apostles were reclining around a u shaped table spread out with baskets of fresh bread, bitter herbs, lamb shank and cups filled with wine.