A Link for You to Ponder on This Sunday Morning
Why are we free in Christ but it sure doesn’t feel like it? This 53-minute sermon by Timothy Keller is full of glorious hope and is well worth your time.
Why are we free in Christ but it sure doesn’t feel like it? This 53-minute sermon by Timothy Keller is full of glorious hope and is well worth your time.
This post is a shout-out to my precious grandma friend who has been in rehab for more days than she can count. Diabetic and with recent leg amputation and congestive heart failure, your nights have lasted for what seem like 36 hours, as you try to catch your breath and get comfortable in bed. You told…
When my son comes home I know it, because the car stops in the garage and then I can feel the bass from his music. I have suggested that perhaps if I can hear his music from inside the house it is a bit too loud. (You know how he looks at me.) The thing…
Like a woman cooking a large family meal, I have a pot on every burner right now. Front right is the woman who has given up on her husband. Back right is the child still going the wrong direction. Front left is the young woman who has given up on her family. Back left is the woman who…
My daughter brought home a tomato plant from the nursery where she works, and I thought it would be a great idea to go plant it at her grandma’s house while she’s out of town. Hopefully there will be ripe tomatoes greeting her when she returns from Arizona. We found a pot at my mother-in-law’s,…
Last spring my husband and I watched helplessly, as our beloved tree in the front yard failed to bud and leaf out. Many years before the kids had bought the sapling and planted it for me on a Mother’s Day. It was just becoming a large, beautiful, shade-bearing tree when the deer snacked on the bark…
There are always two weeks of skeptical waiting. I follow Matt along the edge of the garden where we do a lot of squinting, trying to identify if that is a blade of grass or possibly the first green onion shoot. Just a blade of grass, I say. No sign of spinach, basil or potatoes either. Me, ever…
What you need today and what you’re offered for tomorrow –reading this set me to humming a hymn.
I woke up the Monday after Mother’s Day, to read that almost 20 people were injured by a shooter in a Mother’s Day parade in New Orleans. Brutality picks up speed. The saying goes, “There’s a place for everything and everything in its place.” But there’s no place in the mind to put the testimony…
So I’m trying to read the Bible through, and I’m never going to make it. Partly because a few days ago I read something that made me raise my hand and ask, What about me, Lord? For the next two days I picked up the Bible and started in that same place to read it again….
I don’t know who you are –maybe the life of the party? The get-it-done-right? The serve-quietly-from-the-back? As for me, I’m the bulldozer. Sometimes this is good. Like when an old structure needs to come down and be carried away. Or when new ground needs to be dug up. Or when something needs to be pushed…
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