Behind Locked Doors Because of Fear
I’m so happy the Easter Story doesn’t end with the resurrection. There’s so much more! The next verse in John 20:19 says this: “That Sunday evening the disciples were meeting behind locked doors because they were afraid of the Jewish leaders.” They locked the door, they shut themselves off, they locked away the world. Out…
Good Friday – He Spoke Not a Word
That sounds almost impossible in an age when it’s all talk, talk, talk and give opinions, express angst and discontentment, and complain about this and that. Passionate defenders of their opinions shout: “Speak up if you want your voice heard!” The prophet Isaiah gave us inside information about what this day would look like 700…
She’s a Looney Toon
Remember those wacky, wild, half-witted Looney Tunes characters? We laughed at their shenanigans who seemed to always be getting into some kind of trouble. They gave us plenty of comedy relief. We often think the same thing of overzealous Christians. They are the ones who are standing on a street corner waving a “Jesus is…
Passing the Baton
My husband and I walked into our kitchen and curled up in the middle of the floor was a huge black snake. As any brave and fearless warrior would do, he grabbed our son’s close-by baseball bat and proceeded to send him to the “great beyond”. I’ll spare giving you the visual of my kitchen…
Calling All Mountain Climbers and Mountain Movers!
It seems everywhere we look, there are unconquerable mountains in front of us – both in the natural and the spiritual. This photo prompted me to write this blog. Mountains symbolize obstacles, immovability, challenges — and if it’s a mountain the size of Kilimanjaro — maybe hopelessness. But mountains also symbolize conquering, overcoming obstacles, making…
Oh, Yes, My Dear – You ARE a Star!
At my weekly Bible study group, we were discussing the famous words: “Abram believed the LORD, and He credited it to him as righteousness.” (Genesis 15:6) And then Paul the Apostle added “So those who rely on faith are blessed along with Abraham, the man of faith.” (Galatians 3:6,9) Those words pack a punch. Abraham…
I’ve Arrived
I had such a sweet, tender encounter with Jesus when I was eight-years-old at a Christian youth camp. I remember it so well. We were singing “Kumbaya” and “I have decided to follow Jesus” around the campfire. The camp director invited those of us to raise our hand if we wanted a personal relationship with…
Getting the Prescription Filled
Seventeen years ago, my fingers hurt so much that I couldn’t button my shirt or pick up my grandbabies. A rheumatologist diagnosed it as osteoarthritis, a chronic disease that, she said, could only be maintained (not healed) via drugs. She prescribed Vioxx. My husband said to me as we drove home, “Now we know the…