Where Memory Does Not Fail
It occurred to me that when no one knows the people or the context of a photo, it becomes worthless.
John Myer is an evangelical Christian who likes to think as well as pray. Though he loves to write, his passion also has a live outlet. He planted and currently pastors a church, Grandview Christian Assembly, in the greater Columbus, Ohio area. He is a dad, a husband, and an expatriated southern man living up north. And by the way, he has a Master’s Degree in Theological Studies from Trinity Evangelical Divinity School.
It occurred to me that when no one knows the people or the context of a photo, it becomes worthless.
Sometimes we don’t reflect on the mysteries of Easter, and in this unreflective state, the whole thing begins to feel like a folktale.
As soon as you take the Words of Scripture into your mouth, with a desire to taste them, something happens.
I was willing to take it all on faith because the Bible said so. But it didn’t seem likely.
At times of key disappointment, you got mad and stopped praying or attending Christian meetings.
Owing to the scarcity of our mortal resources, we’re no outwardly tougher than the cicada shell.
“Learn to love what I love, and seek what I seek,” God seemed to be telling me.
This is a huge, global responsibility that we have been assigned, dominating more than two thousand years.
Little did I know that one day I would discover the secret of constant, undisturbed joy.
The first Noel came down to a simple carpenter, his young wife, and their baby.
