I am not a fan of surprises. Never have been. In fact, when I was young, I would literally panic in the back of my family’s minivan after church when my parents refused to tell me which restaurant we were headed to.
Have you ever thought about what it would have been like to be with the shepherds on the night of Jesus’ birth? Think about the miraculous wonders they witnessed. An angel of the Lord appeared and revealed to them that the promised Messiah had come. They looked on as an entire company of angels fervently worshiped God.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite days of the year. And yes, the opportunity to consume far too much turkey, mashed potatoes, and pie (so much pie!) has a lot to do with my affinity for the holiday. But there’s lots more to love about Thanksgiving beyond just food.
There’s an old praise & worship song I often sang at youth group and church camp back in the 90’s. The song is pretty repetitive, with just one word being replaced with a new one as you sing each subsequent verse. It’s called “Take My Life,” and it goes like this.
This week’s KLRC Words of Hope are from I Peter 3:15, which says in part, “Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect.
I’ve heard it said that the Bible reminds us 365 times not to fear – once for every day of the year. It turns out that’s not exactly true, but the point still stands.
How often do you wish that God’s leading and direction for your life was clearer? If you’re anything like me, you feel that way most of the time! I often find myself asking God to make his will for my life so obvious that I couldn’t possibly miss it.
The Grand Canyon is deep. The ocean is wide. We know these things in our head.
The events that occurred in Parkland, Florida on Valentine’s Day reminded us of the darkness that permeates the world we live in. As we survey the landscape of our nation, it would be easy to despair – because darkness is a frightening thing indeed.
It was three o’clock in the morning when my wife woke me up. “It’s time to go to the birthing center. ” “What? Like, right now?” (In my defense, it was a week before my wife’s due date. ) “Yes, now. Things are getting serious. ” She wasn’t wrong. Our second daughter, Arwyn, was born just a couple hours later.