She was a virgin. She knew it. Her boyfriend knew it. Everyone else? I suppose even her parents thought other wise? She was young. She was innocent. She was well respected. Until… Then she was frightened. Then she was ridiculed. Then she was not welcome. Then she had doubts. What a radical God we serve. …
I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders. How am I suppose to be a dad to God’s only son? How do I discipline him? How do I teach him? How do I simply talk to him knowing who he is? I’m just a simple man. Why was I chosen…
This week as I left a christian school I encountered a statue of Mary holding her son after he had been removed from the cross. I can not see or think of that scene without pause and without tears. This time of year it is easy to get caught up in the lights… the presents……
How many times do we NOT say a prayer for fear of what others will think? How many times do we go along with the crowd for fear of not being liked. Have you ever put aside your beliefs in Christ because it might offend someone? This day, in China, North Korea, and sixty other…
In Africa a lions roar is made to scare, made to intimidate. A lions roar is made to show dominance. Do you feel like satan is roaring extra loud? Do you feel like the enemy is roaring none stop in an effort to scare, to intimidate? There are days that his roar seems to overpower…
He waited and waited. Days went by. Then weeks. Then months. All he wanted was a simple “Thank You”. All he got was one problem after another. One request after another. He had done so much for his children and yet he still just heard complaining. It is so easy for us to get stuck…
She simply touched the bottom of his garment. She wanted so much to be free of sin. To be free of pain. Because of her belief it simply took a touch. A brief but power filled touch. I try to picture… to imagine how that felt. Then my heart reminds me the same power, that…
Do you find yourself playing the blame game? I caught myself doing it and I hate it. When you find yourself falling short don’t blame others, own it and lay it at Christ feet. “My life is full of anxiety because of the way my mom treated me.” No its that way because you don’t…
My heart melts as I think of being held in his arms. I cry as I envision my face being caressed by his hands and being looked at by eyes that show nothing but deep forgiving love. Being hugged by my Jesus… feeling his heart as he assures me I am right where I was…
Good or God? I get asked all the time how can a good man suffer while an evil man profits? Whats good? Whats evil? In Gods sight are we not all sinners? In Gods sight do we not all fall short? Are there levels of sin? I’m a sinner in need of someone to pay…