Life in the Labyrinth
Every step has a purpose.
“Take, this is my body.”
On that first Good Friday, a Friday that seemed anything but good, how could we contemplate what would come next when all we thought we knew had died?
When life is quiet, the streets are safe, and we can freely go to church (or not), death is a little more removed. And so is heaven and our need for it. What, then, is our prize? What is our...
Luke 2 in the form a familiar poem. Let us hear the Good News of Great Joy!
Is my forced exile of the wise men also my act of rebellion against the commercialization (and consumer-ization) of Christmas?
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it. - John 1:5
We come to Advent with many expectations: expectations of ourselves and others; expectations that our current circumstances can’t live up to.
I love the suggestion that hope springs eternal even when the odds and circumstances suggest otherwise.
So we went – and we listened – and we watched. And then we went home. I thought that was it. Boy, was I wrong.
We’re all trying to get someplace. When we meet new people, our questions are usually about “Where do you live?” or “What do you do?” We don’t really ask “Who are you?” Or even more importantly, “Who are you becoming?”
My passion is to help people find their story in God’s Word – and then to bring God’s Word into conversation with the everyday-nature of their lives.
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