I tried desperately to find another topic for this issue — anything. I wracked my brain. I paced and thought, sat and thought, slept on it — all to no avail. The topic was clear — there was no getting around it. God kept prodding
You think John the Baptist started the SBC. You think God’s presence is strongest on the back three pews. You think “Amazing Grace” is the national anthem. You judge the quality of the sermon by the amount of sweat worked up by the preacher. Your
Charismatics: Only one. Hands already in the air. Roman Catholics: None. They use candles. Pentecostals: Ten. One to change the bulb, and nine to pray against the spirit of darkness. Presbyterians: None. God has predestined when the lights will be on and off. Episcopalians: Eight.
There came then His brethren and His mother, and, standing without, sent unto Him, calling Him. And the multitude sat about Him, and they said unto Him, Behold, thy mother and thy brethren without seek for Thee. And He answered them, saying, Who is my
It is so easy to go blind and deaf at Christmas. Blinded by garish lights, “sale” signs and mobs of anxious, cranky shoppers. Deafened by tinny renditions of “Rudolph” and “Frosty,” not to mention the sweet strains of “Silent Night” from the automotive department of
And lo, a star shone in the East Once upon a time, or so the story goes, in a land far away, lived a nation of people very different from us. Their appearance was different, as were their customs and clothing. They had no idea
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though the waters roar and foam, and the mountains quake with their surging. There
As America grieves over the lost lives at the hand of terrorists, we sense a comforting outpouring of God’s love. Newscasters, anchormen, people who never mention the name of Jesus are suddenly talking about prayer and church and asking for God’s blessing on America …
Tuesday, Sept. 11th was simply a horrendous day. We didn’t get very much work done, needless to say, as we watched well-known buildings burn and collapse and waited for the next disaster. My friend Ron watched the Pentagon burn from his 8th floor flat in
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