Why do we insist on playing God? Daily I have conversations with people that rank sin. They judge other peoples lives based on the sin they perceive. Those who judge, based on one lifestyle or another, feed their egos by thinking that my interpretation of scripture is right, and yours is wrong. Why do so…
Her life seemed to be one tragedy after another. As I listened to her story of abuse… of harm… of the attempt by her ex-husband to kill her… I thought of the goodness of our God. I use to wonder how our God could allow so much suffering… so much pain. If he is a…
I could read daily, a book about Lorna, my wife. Daily I could study, read, highlight, and outline word, after word, about my beautiful wife and still not truly understand her heart. It is not until we have a daily intimate relationship that I came to know her… her heart… and her spirit. So is…
They simply did not understand. It’s significance gets lost in OUR, everyday lives. Jesus washed their feet. He took off his robe… adorned an apron… got on his hands and knees, then washed their calloused… dirty… stinky… feet! Three years he had taught them. Three years they had watched him heal… even bring people back…