I don’t celebrate a pagan holiday. No, I pray with exuberant joy that Jesus' name will come to be known to lost multitudes throughout the Christmas season.
Of all the Christmas traditions, none are as symbolic to me as Christmas lights. We gaze at the lights as we're called to gaze at the Light of the world.
We, God’s children, mustn't live in our opinions. My life is not my own, which includes all of my opinions. I am to be impartial which isn't natural!
I want to call out the 800-pound gorilla in the room—the presidential elections, debates, and constant mud slinging. How is God leading us through this?
When did Christians surrender the idea of fun? There is a dearth of true joy in the life of the average believer, and it’s proof that something's wrong.
Fear has struck and will strike us all. But when fear strikes, we don’t have to stay stricken. We belong to Jesus Christ and HE rules, not fear.
Being utterly known by Jesus isn’t just an idea. He knows me, knows my wounds, and He moved to save me from a situation that would have gutted me badly.
I heard a message delivered by a dear friend of mine. At the time it skewered me. Someone put to words with a visual picture a message I had resisted all my life.
The Gospel carries within it the death of me, but that's not all. My life for Christ's life is the beginning of a life beyond the limits of my dreams.
Even though I am alone, my life is about more than just me. Everyday I am building a heritage that is as eternal and significant as the God who promised it.
Because of Christ, God commits to our children too. I have specific promises that are rock solid and give me hope and joy and peace about my descendants!
Precious children of God are being persecuted, slaughtered and brutalized as never before in history. Our Family in Christ is in desperate need of prayer!