He arrived. In the midst of darkness and sin, the Promised Child of the Ages came to the scene. Unpretentious. Without fanfare. Quietly . . . on a still night in Palestine. To ordinary people. He arrived. For the brokenhearted and those filled with shame, the Immanuel came to the scene. A little child . READ MORE
It is one thing to read in Genesis 2:18 and following that God dignifies the woman with the same warrior-description that he only reserves for himself (and a couple of militant nations). It is another thing to see this theme play out in still other portraits of womanhood in the Bible. One telling portrait is READ MORE
From the empty streets, wailing, weeping heard. Rachel’s hot tears falling on trembling hands. In darkness she there sits, moaning, heaving; hurt. A solitary, empty cradle in black corner stands. “The King, the King,” they did laughingly scorn Herod’s treacherous, brutal band In dark rage they sought one not long born, A solitary boy with READ MORE
Just finishing the last pages of Eric Metaxas’ masterful biography on one of my heroes, Pastor Dietrich Bonhoeffer, entitled, Bonhoeffer: Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy. Fittingly, today, July 4, a day in which we American’s celebrate our nation’s birth, I close the book reading of Bonhoeffer’s execution at Flossenbürg concentration camp. Bonhoeffer was the greatest of READ MORE
On blackest night the Babe was born Amidst dancing shadows far away That first breath, a single cry Early dawn, a brand new day Joyful tears, gasps of relief Seen on humble mother’s face One first hug, one first kiss Early dawn, a brand new day Years go by, glad tidings cease To piercing sword READ MORE
Lord, patiently, you ask me to wait. But this chore seems so slow. Thus, I ask you to hurry And you kindly, gently, say “no.” You, the Creator, hold all in your hand Thus, here I shall watch with wonder; stand. And run not ahead to where I think you must go. I shall wait, READ MORE
