GOD’S TAKE ON SPRING
Sometimes a particular translation of a Scripture just seems to leap off the page and grab me. That’s what happened as I was feasting on …
Sometimes a particular translation of a Scripture just seems to leap off the page and grab me. That’s what happened as I was feasting on …
It’s Saturday morning and I’ve just remembered all the items I failed to pick up for Easter dinner. Not wanting to deal with crowds, I …
Yes, you heard me right. Daffodils, not lilies. This is April in New Hampshire, and lilies are yet to come. Did anyone else notice their …
“When I survey the wondrous CrossOn which the Prince of Glory diedMy richest gain I count but lossAnd pour contempt on all my pride.”Thank you, …
Early Sunday morning, and darkness still shrouds the Judean hills. The Roman guards stamp their feet and shiver against the chill, longing for the warmth …
The air was thick with the smell of fear. The powers of darkness, armed and dangerous, converged on the little group in the Garden. Jesus …
The work of the Cross is endlessly faceted. “It is finished,” Jesus proclaimed as He released His spirit to the Father. The work was done. …
Easter morning. Tucked in between my mother and father on the church pew, shivering a bit from the walk through the spring rain, I’m drawn …