The rain comes down in a torrent sweep
And the nights smell warm and piney,
The garden thrives, but the tender shoots
Are yellow-green and tiny.
We aren’t doing much this summer, not compared to everyone else. I sit and scroll through endless social media posts of people and families enjoying their vacations and I feel like the most boring person ever.
I realized that I was being consumed by social media and what I was seeing to an unhealthy level. What I was seeing on social media was consuming my every thought.
If given the chance, I would’ve run on stage, halted the processional music, and read to them a better graduation speech.
On this Father’s Day, I want to give a special shout out to all the dads in the waiting. I just want to remind you that God sees you.
Doing, with courage stern and grim,
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen,
Only a dad, but the best of men.
David was a much better king than he was a father. Many men who are great at their jobs or in church work fail to lead the next generation of their family
God rest you, happy gentlemen,
Who laid your good lives down
Who took the khaki and the gun
Instead of cap and gown.
This world doesn’t need more physicians, attorneys, or computer geniuses (even though these things are amazing); what we need are men and women who realize that love is the very best dream to pursue.
What is all this juice and all this joy? A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning In Eden garden.
The impact of mothers in our lives is undeniable, and it is not just our birth mothers who leave a print on our hearts.
With unique structure and formatting, Herbert brings a visual representation to the hope we’ve found in Christ Jesus.
“Rabbi!” I said. Tears of a different kind now began pouring out. There were no more questions. No more confusion. Jesus was here.
Many approach Easter with the triumphant and tragic depiction of the cross. But even before we had a cross, we had a manger.
How many of us go to church and lift our hands and celebrate that our Jesus defeated death but still walk around defeated?
Listening to difficult questions about the future feels a lot like that Saturday. Some days, it is tough to remember that on Sunday Jesus wins.
With a loud cry, Jesus said, “It is finished!” Immediately, His head hung low, and His knees buckled completely. He was no longer breathing.
Jesus took the time to pray for us before He was betrayed
and then He sacrificed His holy life to take our sins away
I don’t know if anyone else noticed it, but there seemed to be a somberness about Him, and I couldn’t help but be more contemplative as I prepared the meal.
We followed Jesus into Jerusalem, and a crowd began to form on either side of the street. The crowds were larger than usual since people had come to Jerusalem to prepare for Passover.
The usual view of God is that He is an “all-powerful” deity that can do anything. This includes forgiving sins. So then why is a sacrifice needed in the Bible to do this very thing?
Then new life begins to build. Suddenly, that dead person has become alive as never before.
Saint Patty’s Day is known all across America as another reason to celebrate and wear festive attire. But when the history of a holiday gets shoved to the side, its real meaning gets overlooked, too.
I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.