My wife, Lorna and I, love to dance. We have danced a lot over the past 37 years. We have danced for so long, we now move together as one. Thought is not on the dance, but simply on each other. So it should be, in our relationship with the Father, Son, and Spirit….
He is a liar! He delights in chaos! He cheers as we dislike others. As we see differences in ourselves, he dances. He finds pleasure, as he watches us look at others with hatred, instead of seeing our Savior in them. He lives to divide… to cause fear… and to make us turn from…
As I read the account of a slave market my tears flowed in abundance. Men and women were forced to stand on a block of wood… naked… as buyers examined. As buyers threw insults. As they yelled out prices they would pay. In my mind I could see it… I could feel the pain… the…
Thursday was a day just like any other. Same routine. No appointments. A day to laugh and spend time with my work family. Lunch was relaxing. Then as I made my way back to my desk… in a matter of seconds… life took a dramatic turn. A young man that has a very special place…
She was like a picture out of a magazine. A little girl all dressed up… sitting with mom and dad enjoying dinner. As we admired her from afar and then as we were leaving she displayed an unbridled love to us. Her smile was contagious and the eagerness with which she shown love was heartwarming…
At an early age I could hear the music. I could see it everywhere. I could feel it in my soul and hear it in my head. As a gift from God I learned to play the guitar without lesson. Music is not about notes on a page or theory in books. You have to…
Two days have past. The presents are gone. Hugs were given and I love you’s exchanged… but those are just a memory. For one fleeting moment we forgot about the sickness. We forgot about the worries. We put the hatred, the financial woes, the stress and the troubles of this world on hold. All was…
I remember vividly what it felt like to hold my daughter… then my son… for the first time. The amazing deep love, like I had never known before, overwhelmed. As I admired their face… as I counted their fingers… their toes… as I kissed their face and experienced their wonderful smell for the first time….
I thought I got it! Every Christmas, I look at and read about the nativity scene but the true deep reality of it never fully came clear. In that time a stable was simply a lien-to and perhaps the most disgusting structure in town. Under its’ roof the dirtiest place would have been the manger. …
This season I have pondered… what it felt like for Mary? What were her thoughts as she watched God’s only son grow, knowing he was the Savior of all mankind? How did he act when in the synagogue? Did you see him with a far away look, as if he could hear someone you couldn’t? …