The New Earth
One day the earth will be liberated. The whole creation, like us, is “groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time” (Rom. 8:22). I sense this whenever I see smog, a junkyard, or dead raccoons in the road...
One day the earth will be liberated. The whole creation, like us, is “groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time” (Rom. 8:22). I sense this whenever I see smog, a junkyard, or dead raccoons in the road...
Not long ago, I was hospitalized for double pneumonia. When I recovered, they sent me home with a chest percussion vest to keep my lungs clear (it’s a big...
As a child, I was fascinated by the fairy tale about Rumpelstiltskin. The details are hazy, but I recall that he was an elfin sort of figure who was able to weave straw into gold. The color plate alongside the story...
"Sir,” the mâitre d’ whispered as he pulled my friend Gary aside, “you cannot enter here without the proper attire. Coat and tie are required.” Unbeknownst to my shirtsleeved friend, the upscale New York...
Several years ago when they were reprinting the Joni book in Arabic, I wrote to Johan, a missionary in the Middle East, asking whether he thought I should change the photo of myself on the cover. I sought his...
These ancient parting words, known as the Mizpah—which means beacon or watchtower—carry special meaning for Celeste Sharpe, who lives with cerebral palsy...
Have you ever watched an infant caress his mother? He “goos” and “gaahs,” slobbering his affection all over her cheek. He laughs in her arms, breaks into a squeal, and spits a “brrrrh!” of curdled milk into her face...
Behind Jesus’ rough cloak and beard, behind his simple conversations with neighbors, behind the humble circumstances surrounding his life, powerful things were going on. Things of universal importance. Even as Jesus plodded the dirt...
If I had a “signature art piece,” it might just be New Life. I finished this butterfly study the year I turned 28, and many fell in love with it because of...
When Jacob was born, he wasn’t breathing. His mother Katrina remembers her anguish as doctors pronounced her baby boy dead. But Katrina believed...