An Art Lesson
When I’m at my art easel, secondhand information won’t do. If I’m working on a painting of daisies, I must have a vase of fresh daisies to study. There’s no...
When I’m at my art easel, secondhand information won’t do. If I’m working on a painting of daisies, I must have a vase of fresh daisies to study. There’s no...
Some of my friends tell me I’m too hard on myself. They say I berate myself too much. But I know the truth. I know when I’m vying for attention...
I’m no prophet, but I’m intrigued by Peter’s words in Acts, “In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and...
At times we feel that our yoke is just too heavy to bear. That’s when Jesus says, “Here, take my yoke. It’s easy. The burden is light.” Oh yeah? we think.
Although Jesus wept and cried loudly, wrestled and struggled, he obeyed. In fact, he learned obedience from what he suffered. Whether or not obedience...
The Apostle Paul wrote wistfully about the resurrection body, and my sentiments are his. I too groan over my earthly tent. Age, disease, or disability...
If you’ve had a long day or a nonstop, high-pressured week, you can open your Bible almost in the middle and find indescribable reassurance in these ten...
It was only our high school madrigal choir singing a Gregorian chant. But the beautiful, haunting discords and harmonies in the minor keys swelled my...
The Son of Man was completely and utterly human, which means of course that he experienced the entire range of human emotions—emotions untainted by sin...
I will never forget Thanksgiving Day 1963. I was fourteen years old, living on a farm in Maryland, and Mr. Cauthorne, the owner of the big estate across the...