When Christ Comes Back

I watch through the tears as he struggles to talk.  As he struggles to walk.  As he struggles to sit still.  Twenty three, and a disease that is inherited, with no cure in sight.  My love for him runs deep… and my heart hurts… and my prayers are hard.  I then watch as this little…

Some come.  Some go.  Some stay.  Some wonder.  Some produce love.  Some cause sadness.  Some bless.  Some burden.  God directs and summons others into our lives.  God leads us down paths… with people… in an effort to teach, to direct, to lead, to produce wisdom in our lives.  We touch others hearts as they touch…

One hundred and eighty three times Jesus was asked a question.  He only directly answered three.  What if Jesus’ message was hidden and most everyone is missing it?  What if his message was for all religions… all people… and we are so caught up in what we want to believe, we are missing the deepest…

My eyes have not beheld what my heart so clearly sees.  Daily I reach for you… knowing that your hand will be there to guide me.  To welcome me.  I rest in the comfort that your light will shine… to lead… where my life must follow.  That your love will bring freedom to my soul,…

As I spoke to her the tears came.  As I read her the message about the cross I couldn’t hold back the pain.  I couldn’t hold back the heartbreak.  How much do you love Jesus?  Do you simply love him or are you in love with him?  Is he just a passing fancy or do…

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…