Doubters

All of us were doubters at one point. Our paths to faith are varied, yet all were directed by our sovereign Lord. Some of us are natural skeptics. I know I am. I felt right at home when I lived in the “Show-Me State” for 13 years. I rarely believe…

Truly Alive

I am still pondering Easter, or as I prefer to call it – Resurrection Sunday. Its advent always places me in a deeply contemplative mode. How can it not? It happens every spring. If we listen carefully, we can hear “there is hope” in the gentle breezes. There are signs…

Moved

It’s been months since I’ve written. I just haven’t felt moved to do so. Normally there’s a stirring, some issue that grips me. That has not been the case – until yesterday. The last several months have been emotional ones for our nation. There are strong feelings about the outcome…

Help Me Understand

 The following stats left me bewildered:              Eighty-two percent (82%) of those polled believe that “God helps those who help themselves” is found in Scripture;              Twelve percent (12%) believe Joan of Arc is a biblical figure;              Fifty percent (50%) of high school seniors believe that Sodom and Gomorrah…

Facebook Jesus

Maybe you have guessed from the title what I plan to address in this blog. Maybe I will step on your toes. But write I must. We have all seen them, those Facebook posts where we are urged to “type amen” lest we miss out on financial reward or other…

History Proves Otherwise

“God won’t give you any more than you can handle.” You’ve likely heard this often. I know I have. I’ve heard folks say, “You don’t want your children to suffer, do you? Neither does God.” Many believe there is scriptural promise that believers will not suffer. It may surprise you…

Hope

It is April as I write. There were recently a few warm days and a lovely spring rain. I looked out the window this morning and was shocked by the lushness of the landscape. I was amazed by the beauty of it all. It nearly took my breath away. My…

The Gift

My mom loved life. She loved to laugh. She loved being a mom. She took joy in the more simple things – beautiful birds, giggling children, autumn leaves, ice cream, toffee anything, football, a good bridge game, and babies of any species. She was conscientious and hard-working, yet happy-go-lucky, never…

1) Beginnings

I was totally unaware of the fact that we were desperately poor. I guess that’s because our family fit right in with everyone else in our small Nebraska farming community. We were all poor. We all lived the same lifestyle. And we were all happy. In those things that mattered,…

2) Light of Truth

Those of you who grew up in the South or the Midwest likely spent each Sunday in church. I was no exception. My parents taught Sunday school. My dad sang in the choir. My sisters and I wore our best dresses, clean and freshly pressed. Our hair was in curls,…
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