What’s your hope?

Photo by Myicahel Tamburini on Pexels.com Despair. That's the word that comes to mind when I hear the news stories of late. This morning, while I was getting ready to go to church, my husband sat at the kitchen table shaking his head. The news story about the two L.A. police officers, shot while they… Continue reading What’s your hope?

Christian, don’t miss what Jesus calls you to this week

I hit an emotional low this week. Last week I crashed from the adrenaline of responding to this pandemic in my church, community, family and hospital. This week I've cried. A lot. The normal low-level fatigue I live with has become high-level. The irritability that signifies my depression has been showing. Hot tears have been… Continue reading Christian, don’t miss what Jesus calls you to this week

I learned the gospel from hymns

Blogger and author Tim Challies asked this question on Twitter today: If there was one song you had to sing at every Sunday morning service from now until the day you die, which would it be and why? This evening Mr. Challies tweeted that hymns outpaced non-hymns 25 to 1 in the 250 plus responses… Continue reading I learned the gospel from hymns

Call to the highways and hedges

Bitter old woman Cowardly elder man Skeptical, empowered Misses Lonely, not-sure-if-he's-a-Mister Hardened party-girl Driven, young millionaire Homeless, enslaved to heroine Lost and scared teen- baby on the way All the poor, broken, forgotten. All the crippled, drooling, loud, misunderstood. All the liars the thieves the betrayers the deceived. Jesus came for you.

A call for the aged

What will you do when your face frowns deep creases grow and you've lost your youthful glow? What when bladders can no longer contain what for years you emptied in a private latrine? Now your hands are crippled aged bones. Now your muscular thighs give out from your stroke. Now you look up from your… Continue reading A call for the aged

Death tried to sting Grandma tonight. But Jesus…

Night number two with Grandma. She's more lucid this evening. Every time I've ever walked into her home I've always heard the same sugary-sweet Arkansas accented greeting, "Well hello there sweet heart!" Her eyes light up and she smiles like she knows everything that's going on in my life before I say a word. She… Continue reading Death tried to sting Grandma tonight. But Jesus…

The gospel when your kid screws up big time.

Being a believer in Christ means I believe the story that God sent his Son to be born as a baby, live the life I was meant to live in perfect love of God and others but don't (can't), and die as the only God-Man who's death could absorb all the judgement of God against… Continue reading The gospel when your kid screws up big time.