As I handed him a blanket and some money I could see the dirt. I could smell the days on the street. I could sense the loneliness. As I drove away I thought of all the homeless people I have helped but not one time have I offered a hug. I told them of the…
HATE… Such a strong word that seems to be everywhere. I see hate between people over ethnicity. Hate between people over political differences. Hate because you believe different than I do. I see hate because your life style doesn’t agree with mine… or your sexual preferences I don’t agree with. Enough!!! Our Savior, our King,…
I went because I love the people who run it. I was simply providing music not looking for anything special. Just being helpful. Then it happened… God showed up with one of his angels. An angel in the form of a four year old blind girl leading a little horse. Such a small petite frame…
The presence of God is not a place to bypass your emotions, but a place to process them! Are you angry… tell our Savior. Are you disappointed… tell our Lord. Are you worried… tell our Maker. Do you feel like complaining… tell God about your complaint. You simply can not fight the battles of your…
I keep seeing him carrying the cross! It brings weeping… It brings deep sadness to my heart as I picture it. Imagine lifting a crosstie on your shoulder. Imagine doing that after your back was beaten to the point that muscle, ribs and tendons were exposed. Imagine the burning in your muscles as you were…
He had seen several crucifixions. He had walked past and witnessed the cruelty of the cross. He saw how it looked… he had heard the suffering… he observed the agony. Our Savior knew what was coming. On this night in 33AD our Jesus felt unrelenting stress. He felt crushing anguish. As he cried…
Really? How can this be? I knew he was special… I saw him perform so many miracles but to bring himself back to life? It must be a mistake, it simply can’t be. Then Thomas saw him. “See my hands Thomas. Touch the hole in my side. Believe…Thomas, because I love you”. I try…
He had seen so many crucified but none had been beaten so badly. Wounds so deep. Thorns so sharp. Hatred so intense. This centurion had hardened his heart because there had been so many. But this one was different. This one seemed to endure the pain with a purpose. Then it happened. Middle of the…
So I’ve spent this week in prayer and concentration on the cross and the mystery that is the life of Jesus. As I meditate on the six hours… on the moment he committed his life to his father… it causes such a bag of mixed emotion. At that moment, in that instant, it didn’t matter…