What are you afraid of? This question would bring a whole host of responses if we were to each offer our input. Childhood Fears As a child, I was afraid of the dark. I hated
The scriptures describe the movement of God throughout history as he is on mission to redeem humanity. The climax of this movement is the death and resurrection of his son, Jesus. But the movement and
“I’ve got it!” All three of my sons yelled in unison as they tracked the oversized football through the air. We found this football on clearance a few days earlier. It was the size of
“Ouch!” I exclaimed as I stub my toe on the corner of the bed. When I get up in the morning, I am not the most coordinated individual these days. Honestly, I never have been.
“Teach me to pray.” I softly utter these words as I sit at my desk in the still of the morning. It is a prayer that I have returned to often in my journey of
“Hey, I’m home,” I call out as I enter the front door of our home. It has been a long day of travel to conference meetings and I am exhausted from a lot of sitting.
“Dad, is this worm dead?” I heard the sound of my son’s voice speaking from behind me. He had been beside me just a moment earlier, but as we walked across the gravel parking lot,
The scriptures are full of promises for those who seek Jesus and finding life is only one of them. This article is the first in a series of articles that journey through the promises made
I am on a journey and I get off of the path frequently. Not in an adventurous kind of way, but in a “I don’t need a leader, I can do this myself” kind of