You know deep in your bones that what he is thinking or doing or feeling or chasing is going to land him in deep guano sooner or later.
I sat licking my spoon. The ice cream was really good. So was the sermon. Cusick was not referencing Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John…
I feel like Caroline Ingalls, attempting to preserve civilization on the frontier wilds, with her tiny gilt-toed shepherdess on the mantel.
I would like to hear from you. What formed your ideas of heaven? How did you learn what you know?
Rachael Lofgren tells a story of walking with Jesus when we don’t know the way. What can He mean? Where is He going with this?
Lord, you know me intimately: my then, my now, my after – as you know all that is in the universe.