Reading Time: 6 minutes It’s hard to be cross with someone who exhibits that much enthusiasm for life. Misery may love company but tail-wagging creates a party.
Reading Time: 5 minutes There sat the lost, the found, the diseased, the dying, the divorced, the prosperous, the poor, the married, the single, the pretenders, the sexually abused, the jobless, the parents whose beloved had committed suicide, seekers, finders, sleepers, critics, young, old, hopeful, hopeless. The usual.
Reading Time: 3 minutes We were all amazed you hacked heaven out of a patch of dirt between a parking lot filled with second-hand cars and the apartment building you managed filled with second-hand people. You loved both the roses and the people nearly equally. I don’t know if you know, that rose garden is still there, seventeen years after you last fertilized it. Thank you, Mom. You reflected a beautiful but hardscrabble God to us in that rose garden and in your very life! I love you.
Reading Time: 6 minutes Through their fear God was drawing close to them as they faced powerful enemies, dark nights, deep depression, doubt, frustration, hunger, and desolation. In their trouble, God spoke not demands but comfort. “I am with you. I will fight for you.” God spoke this comfort as a father sitting on the edge of his child’s bed during a terrifying thunder storm. He pulls the sheets up tight and whispers, “Fear not. I’m here. We’re in this together.”
Reading Time: 6 minutes Words carry more than the power we invest in them. Sometimes they tote intrinsic weight. And when words are God-breathed! They live, their meaning not static but layered and complex and powerful! And as the Hebrew writer says, God-breathed words cut us like a surgeon, meat from gristle, truth from pretext.