We’ve entered into the most wonderful, and the most chaotic, time of the year. A mandatory 14-day quarantine has thrown me behind in my get-it-done schedule for the holidays, and I’ve already been tempted to react out of stress instead of walking in the peace Jesus made ours on that silent night all this fuss is about. This is such ...
I took this picture when we were at the beach this summer. I thought it was a pretty cool reflection of the blue sky and the clouds on the wet sand. (This was my attempt at creative photography.) It was pretty. Beautiful even. But it wasn’t perfect. It was grainy. Fuzzy. Only a partial image of the real thing. Man ...
It’s Easter weekend. Resurrection Sunday is tomorrow. There’s a saying we’ve all heard. We said it last night on our Good Friday communion time on Facebook Live. It may be Friday, but Sunday’s coming! Friday. The crucifixion. The darkest day in the history of history. The blessed hope of deliverance from the tyranny of Rome hung between earth and sky. ...
How would you answer this question? What would your immediate reaction be? “Would you jump out of an airplane without a parachute for $1,000,000?” “No way!” That’s probably what you’d say, right? It’s certainly what I would respond with. Why? Because I’d be a million dollars richer, but I’d be dead, so what’s the point? But what if I told ...
“Wait! Jesus was wrong,” I said. “What? Jesus couldn’t have been wrong, could He, mom?” This was my conversation with my daughter last night about John 2. I said that to get her thinking but it sure looked like He was wrong The wine supply ran out during the festivities, so Jesus’ mother told him, “They have no more wine.” ...