I cried You heard me You did not let pride win You healed my rotting heart You reached down and yanked me out of my self-made pit So I will sing I will run to you and thank you unashamed I will dance I will remember and not be silent.
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
I decided to write some reflections on hope as I pass through Advent this year. Advent doesn't officially start till next Sunday, so this post will be a preface to this series. I hope you'll join me, or find some devotional like the one here, or here , or here, or just pick up a… Continue reading Hope is not a dandelion wish
'Therefore, preparing your minds for action, and being sober-minded, set your hope fully on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ. As obedient children, do not be conformed to the passions of your former ignorance, but as he who called you is holy, you also be holy in… Continue reading Being God’s child changes everything – A meditation on 1 Peter 1:13-16
I wonder what the son who betrayed his father's love and provision, left home squandered it all and came back seeking restoration was like the years before he decided to leave. I wonder if he resisted his father's love and discipline. I wonder if he threatened that as soon as he was of age,… Continue reading April fools, Easter, the Prodigal and my son
On a night (or maybe it was day), in Roman occupied ancient Israel, a young, Jewish woman writhed, and cried as the excruciating pains of labor gripped her body and tore her flesh. And there, where animals in the ancient world feed, a vernix and blood covered baby boy, swaddled in clothes to keep… Continue reading The real, not so glamorous, Christmas story