On Palm Sunday, I stood beside my sweetheart and joined with other worshipers in singing of the death and resurrection of Jesus. We sang several songs, but one song, one phrase, has continued to echo in my heart.
It’s from Chris Tomlin’s I Will Rise:
Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won
He is risen from the dead
“And the grave is overwhelmed…”
We know what it’s like to be overwhelmed. Life is messy and stuff happens—sickness, betrayal, loss, financial hardship, (and the list goes on). Sometimes it seems we can’t take one. More. Thing. Continue reading
No matter what trials we face,
What heartaches we experience,
What darkness we endure,
If we have made a decision to live for Jesus Christ, we have supernatural resources.
We have hope:
We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain (Hebrews 6:19).
We can have peace: Continue reading
Do we feel a tad squeamish when turning to the evening news? Do thoughts of what we’ll hear this time make our hearts tighten?
The state of our union has been discussed, analyzed, argued, and criticized. Every media source is loaded with “experts” telling us how to think and what to feel.
Everyone has an answer.
But no one seems to know what to do and where to turn.
Maybe a little perspective is in order. Continue reading
My Dear Country,
Today, on your birthday, I want to say thank you. You are truly a land of opportunity—a place of freedom to live, work, worship, and raise a family.
You are a land of dreams—fertile soil for those with plans and vision. A springboard for reaching beyond ourselves and seeking God’s best.
Within your borders are the extraordinary: pastors, teachers, counselors, firefighters, law enforcement, scientists, artists, athletes, architects, doctors, researchers, designers, engineers, technicians, businessmen, students, and so much more. Continue reading
In the aftermath of the Orlando tragedies, there is a chaotic blur of sorrow, asking why, placing blame, and searching for answers.
In the hours of news coverage, one survivor’s interview leaped out at me. I replayed the words several times and the weight of them sent me to the foot of the Cross.
I believe the words of this precious, hurting soul highlight our mission as Christians.
They are a call to action. Continue reading
Oh, how I love this time of year! God is rousing His creation, tuning His orchestra, showcasing bits of beauty—each in their own time. The Creator of all lifts His hands and the daffodils and Bradford pears burst to life, lifting their respective yellow and white-flowered praises for anyone who has an ear to listen.
The Dogwoods are teasing, if you think that’s something, wait for me! Azaleas pause in quiet expectation. Hydrangeas and crepe myrtles strain with joy as they wait for their turns to glorify the Creator.
Oh, the loveliness! Continue reading
Oh Father, how I praise You for the promise of spring! When Your creation begins to awaken, it reminds me of Your constant presence and faithfulness. Precious Lord, do a new thing in me! Shine Your Spirit-light into the darkest corners of my heart—reaching, probing, drawing me into deeper waters with You. Thank you for making a way through the wilderness and for bringing streams of living water into the wasteland. I love You, my Lord and my Strength.
To say this has been an unusual political campaign season would be an understatement. Every news report of candidates hurling accusations and slurs makes the knots in my stomach tighten a little bit more. These folks aren’t just slinging mud—they’re rolling around like tawdry mud wrestlers while the gathering crowd works themselves into a frenzy. And the more coarse and vulgar the contenders, the more deafening the throng of onlookers.
If you’re like me, you are sick. Of. It. Continue reading
Ruth Caye Jones, pastor’s wife and mother of five, was burdened by the chaos in her world. One day she was reading in the book of 2 Timothy and came upon these words in chapter 3: This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
Moved by the Holy Spirit, Ruth took paper and pencil from her apron pocket and wrote these words: Continue reading
Ah, autumn in the South. Is there anything more wonderful?
Cool mornings, warm afternoons.
Bright yellow mums.
Sugar maples and red maples displaying their glory.
Football (Oops, sorry. Don’t know how that slipped into the list…).
I am loving these beautiful days. But in the midst of this autumn-joy, there is a sense of heaviness. This old world is just not quite…right.
Do you feel it?
Is the surrounding beauty diminished because of worry, anxiety, or hardship?
May I share the verses that comfort me when stress threatens to steal my joy?