Friday… is the day that we reserve for each other. Friday is the day when we let the cares of the week scatter like leaves in the wind, and we devote our time to each other. Her question was very simple: “Do You Love Me?”. My beautiful wife while sitting at a red light, on…
Do you ever have a week… or two… or five… where you wonder what went wrong? Did the moon and stars forget to orbit? Was there a shift in the balance of nature that caused everything to go haywire? My last two months I have felt as though satan is punching me in the head….
Father today, use me, until you can’t use me any longer. All I have to give, is my life in service to you. I lift up my hands and I praise you… again and again. I feel so weak, and so inadequate to be your child. I struggle daily to understand the path… the reason……
Day to day I see people, who call themselves Christ followers, doing everything but reflecting the heart of Jesus. As my day progresses I think: Everything I do… everything I say… the way I conduct business… the way I treat others… is a direct reflection on the one I follow. When I wear the name…
As his children… born in his image… we have in our DNA the ability to love and respect everyone around us. Regardless of our differing views, differing beliefs or differing lifestyles, respect and love should always go hand in hand. Certain situations deserve, in fact demand, ultimate respect. As I stood in the Lincoln Memorial…
We have come to believe that the “rules” in scripture are for God. The rules have to be followed in order to please God, to create salvation. Wars and certainly arguments among Christians seem to breakout daily, based on different interpretations of the rules. Could it be that the rules we find in scripture are…
The light of Christ that shone from her, illuminated the room. We had a rather trying day. Airport mishaps and hotel mistakes. As we checked into yet another hotel, she greeted us with open arms. Her smile was contagious, and her first words to us were “I’ve been waiting for you”. She offered us love……
She looked at me as I sat staring out the window. “Are you okay” she asked? “I am weary”. I cry sometimes uncontrollably, as the burden and weight of that weariness sets in. I want so badly for everyone to truly understand the heart of Jesus. Sadly, so many that call themselves Christians do not….
He started with forty, and ended with three. Forty days… alone… tempted… fighting… satan in his face each step of the way. Each day was a battle and each step grew harder and harder. He wondered if his father had forsaken him. After the forty days he came out of the desert having dealt with…
One Friday… this Friday… as he hung in unthinkable pain he looked down, then lifted his voice to his Abba. “Father forgive them, they don’t know what they are doing”. Growing up I always believed that he was talking about his crucifixion. He was forgiving them for his torture, his humiliation, his pain. Through contemplation…