Picture Jesus. Picture him tied to a stump as a Roman soldier scorched his back! Small rocks and pieces of metal tearing flesh with each lash. Picture having a crown of thorns shoved mercilessly onto his scalp. Picture having to carry a cross fashioned out of splintered wood on his back full of open wounds. …
I’m often asked “Tell me what is the main lesson we can learn from Jesus life”. Without a doubt he came to teach us first and foremost about love. How to love others and how to love him and his father. Every parable he told, every miracle he performed and every lesson he taught comes…
His comment was “I’m not very religious”. I looked at him and said “neither am I”. As he cocked his head I told him Christ did not come to separate people into groups of worshippers. Christ came to redeem us all. Jesus didn’t say baptist over there, church of christ over here, catholics in this…
We all dream every night. Sometimes, when Jesus, is the last thing on my mind, I dream of a world where love is the leading headline. I dream of a day when everyone regardless of race or color can see eye to eye. I dream of a time when wars are a thing of the…
Have you thought about what it would be like to strip away all of self and replace it with love. What if we could get so in tune with God that all selfishness was gone? Simply by being human we are selfish by nature. We always want what is best for us. We might consider…
The true test of our spiritual maturity is not how often you go to church. It is not how many scriptures you know or how deep your knowledge is of the word. It is not whether your part of a life group or belong to a certain religion. It is not how much prayer you offer or how…
So many times we think we have to be part of something grand. We want to have our fifteen minutes of fame. We want to do things on a worldly level. Then I am reminded that simply helping one person have a better tomorrow is in so many ways, the biggest thing we can do! …
Daily as I read the news why does it feel like mankind values one life more than another. Is an American life more important than a Mexican one? Is a family members soul more important than that of a stranger? Was Peter’s life more important to Jesus than that of Judas? I pray for the…
He could not have been more than 18 years old. Standing on a corner in Fort Worth. Everything he owned on his back. As I lowered my window to help, I watched as he made the sign of the cross. My thoughts suddenly turned inward. Do I ever do things to look religious? When asked…
I don’t know about you but I’m weary. Weary of the scandals. Weary of the violence. Weary of the never ending hatred. I try to bury my head in the sand but it creeps in like a prowler. Then I pray and he shows me hope. He shows me compassion. He reveals to me the…