
A very hopeful New Room
This week, I’ve been attending and being renewed at the New Room Conference, hosted by Seedbed (the publishing house of Asbury Seminary). It has been a great gift to hear
This week, I’ve been attending and being renewed at the New Room Conference, hosted by Seedbed (the publishing house of Asbury Seminary). It has been a great gift to hear
My daughter looks just like me, a fact that just plain tickles me. People have always remarked about our resemblance. It seems that the older she gets the more obvious
People are funny. Not you, of course, but people you know. Sociologists tell us that people tend to classify other people in one of three ways: scenery, machinery or people.
I have a goal. It is to do one regulation push-up. One. I was inspired to this goal by Olivia Perez-Breland who posted one day on Facebook that she’d accomplished
Our church has been in a season of remarkable transition in the last year or so — a season of trusting and waiting and listening and deepening. Change is not
Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. –
Malcolm Gladwell has written a book called Blink, about the thousand decisions we make every day in the smallest slices of time — choices we make in split-seconds during a
“I tell you these things that my joy might be in you, so that your joy might be full.” – Jesus (John 15:11) Did you ever run across the old
What we need is a death worthy of repentance. We believe in a God of Second Chances. Forgiveness is the centerpiece of our gospel; repentance is our response. For real repentance
I am beginning to think it really was a sign from God. I found it in front of The Holy House of Prayer of Jesus Christ (Elder William Butler, presiding).
“As of today, I am responsible for 18,617 abortions.” I’m not sure how she knew. I’m not sure I believed it when she first told me. I had no idea
Two years after the Israelites were delivered from slavery in Egypt, they stood with toes touching the border of the land God promised them. Two years after they’d walked out