I’ve thought about it before, but it's even more remarkable when you hear it.
The disciples, the ones who had a front row seat to seeing Jesus as Master and King, are arguing about which one of them is the greatest. It sounds absurd. Ridiculous. Arrogant. And far too familiar.
Spring is here! The trees are starting to bud, and flowers are starting to bloom. Love is in the air.
Young couples are getting married soon, about to start their new life together. How can every couple keep that love fresh and new?
Today I am praying for a young 15 year-old girl, who just this morning underwent a bone marrow transplant. Thanks to the internet, I’ve been able to follow the course of her treatment since her diagnosis seven months ago. Her parents have faithfully updated their blog so all of us can pray informed prayers.
I wince when I read their reports. They sound so very much like Psalm 22. Like Jesus’ cries from the cross.
Our culture is sorely lacking in civility and common decency these days. But I heard a story that lifted my spirits and I’d like to share it with you.
Billy was attending his first day at junior high school. It began with an assembly where all the home room teachers were introduced. First to be introduced was Miss Smith. The ninth graders knew she was an easy grader and not much of a disciplinarian. They began to cheer for her. The next to be introduced was Mr. Brown, who was a young and popular teacher — a special favorite. This time the eighth graders joined in the thundering approval.
I’m author Holley Gerth, and if we could have coffee today I’d say, “Let’s look for the best in each other.”
It seems we are becoming a world that sees the worst in each other. Just take a look on social media. This concerns me because as I like to say, “People tend to become who you believe them to be. So believe the best." No one ever became a better person because someone believed the worst about them.
During the two and a half years my husband and I dated, we definitely had a breakup. Once we got back together and it was getting serious, I started to panic. As a teenager I had developed this list of all the qualities my perfect man would have. And what do you know? Cary, the guy I was dating, didn't fit the list.
Did someone you didn’t know give you a gift today? We took over the drive-thru with hopes of spreading some Christmas JOY.
You had a debt. It was paid for you. You can’t pay it back. Your job is to receive it with joy.
It’s what is at the heart of Christmas!
One of my favorite films and books is A River Runs Through It by Norman Maclean. It was the thrill and art of fly fishing that first pulled me into this story. However, as I got older, I began to appreciate how the author would describe his family. Maclean would include both joyful and difficult stories about his family. It was a reminder that our family has a huge impact on our lives; and let's face it, there is nothing like the holiday season to remind us of the value and imperfections of our families.
So, here we are in this season of thankfulness, yet how do we have gratitude for our imperfect families?
If we could have coffee today I’d say, “God isn’t afraid of the dark.”
He isn’t scared of the secret places in our hearts. The ones that haven’t seen daylight for years. The kind with the locks on the doors. The sort that we don’t talk about.
In Luke 5, we find Peter after a long night of unsuccessful fishing. The nets had come back empty time after time.
In Luke 5:4, it says, "...[Jesus] said to Simon, 'Put out into the deep water and let down your nets for a catch.'"
One more time, Peter. That was Jesus’ request.