The Day After Easter
The disciples’ lives were forever changed, but the culture they lived in was still broken and dark.
The disciples’ lives were forever changed, but the culture they lived in was still broken and dark.
May your hope and joy abound today as you celebrate Jesus!
It is the disordered place, the place where life makes little or no sense, the place of death and of grief.
For the last 2,000 years, the uncompromising truth of Jesus as the only way to God has caused men and women to lay down their lives to bring others to Christ.
“It’s forgiveness,” she says. And the words catch me off guard.
Unfortunately with the rise of YouTube videos, people can watch conspiracy documentaries or informational videos that are full of half-truths and missing pieces.
We know the end of the story, and (as someone has said) “We win”…because HE won!
There will be many ups and downs, mountain peaks, and valleys that you will walk through in 2021.
Lord, please furnish us with gentleness, kindness, and patience with all those we care about, and every life our lives touch, this coming year.
In other words, let the past sleep, but let it sleep in the sweet embrace of Christ, and let us go on into the invincible future with Him.
In these last few hours of 2020, it would be wise to conduct a personal audit and ask, “What are the patterns revealed about the impact of my life on other people?”
It is time to draw very near— take his hand, and fix your eyes upon his— let the dance begin.
If we are good about getting physical checkups, maybe we should also be good about conducting spiritual health checkups.
We have realized just how frail life is, and that has an impact on how we see everything else.
Turn your hearts and eyes from your plans and look heavenward to see what God is doing.
The swaddling cloth that once encircled this newborn baby, Jesus, is now a Robe of Righteousness that covers the floor of heaven.
Glory will make our soul gaze at God, and as we gaze, distracted by His splendor, God will fix the issues of our life.
When I look directly at Christmas, I find a storehouse of memories and touchstones, an intertwining of personal experiences with my faith traditions — and over the years there is a discernable cumulative effect.
On the darkest night, at the moment when all hope seemed lost, a cry of joy cracked open the heavens.
Drink deeply from the well of salvation and call on God from a heart that is full of confidence―because of the mighty Christmas Gift.
Sadness permeated the room and tears trickled down cheeks. Mom busied herself in the kitchen and my sisters and I went to our rooms to nurse our disappointment.
When God doesn’t bless us in a way we’re expecting, we tend to ignore the other blessings He has given us.
The promise of the nativity is God’s gift to us. The gift of HOPE and JOY, PEACE and LOVE, JUSTICE, and MERCY.