April 14, 2017
“Silence is golden,” so they say, but I say, “Silence is often misunderstood.” When I was in elementary school, my neighborhood friends and I would observe three hours of silence, from noon-3 p.m., as a means of reflecting on Jesus’ crucifixion. If memory serves me well, the hours felt more like punishment than pondering the meaning of the cross. Our hours of silence felt like an eternity and were riddled with distractions of hunger pangs (“Can we at least eat silently?”), clock watching (“Is it over yet?”), and…
February 27, 2014
Last week, we looked at the power of one word. With the word “Daughter”, Jesus restored status and hope to one who had been cast aside and was hopeless. Today, we will try and grasp the power and magnitude of two words. These two words are simple and yet, we find what they command us to do almost impossible.
When we left the scene in Luke 8, the woman who grasped the robe of Jesus had been immediately healed. But the story started with a man – Jarius, who was an important…
July 27, 2013
I have a devotional book I use every morning. It’s a simple collection of verses – no commentary or cute stories – just a few Scriptures grouped around a common theme. Not surprisingly, the “lead verse” often shoots straight to the heart of the matter that’s in the depths of my heart. It happens with such regularity that recently after some disturbing late night news (not on television but in my little personal world) I crawled into bed with this thought, “Can’t wait to see what God does with this…
