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…
As I entered the room he spontaneously came running to hug me. No hesitation… no worry… no wondering who I was… he simply came to hug. This little boy had so much love in his heart, that he was willing to hug a perfect stranger. He told me his name, asked for mine, than went…
As he welcomed us, to the hotel, he said happiness and peace radiated from us! We then talked about how all of that comes from Jesus… I could tell he was uncomfortable. As we showed the love of Christ to this young man, he shared his life with us, and told us he was…
I see large, white, clouds, as if they are made of cotton, bellowing up into the heavens. What an amazing God! I watch as the sun sets, and turns the sky to a golden yellow, followed by an awesome deep dark orange, with remnants of sun beaming through the clouds. What an amazing God! I…
What is normal? Her comment was “why can’t they be normal”? I see people treat others with disrespect because “their lifestyle is different or they dress or behave different then I do”. Daily my heart prays “father make me blind to peoples differences and actions… so that I might see you, in them”. We should…
As she asked me to pray for her son, and his cancer, I could see the 90 year old wisdom in her eyes. I could see the knowing. Not hoping. Knowing. That prayers would be answered, and that one way or another, God would keep his promises. I was honored! Prayer! Such an amazing time…
When you think on spiritual leaders whose face enters your mind? I see billboards of churches with the pastors picture on them. When I think of great spiritual leaders I think on Dr. King, Billy Graham, Joyce Meyer. But who’s more in the kingdom of God… the leaders of the local church or the homeless…