Instead of tears, he wants my prayers to be filled with joy, thankfulness and trust.
You and I have to get past comparing ourselves to others. Comparisons will never give you the security that Christ can.
I am to blame for the scourging, the thorns, the nails and my Lord’s death. He did nothing wrong. He was punished for my sins.
We are the reason he came, suffered, died and was buried. We have everything to do with his death!
Only Christ can fully pay for or atone for our sins. Yes, it costs him his life. His blood. That’s the real “blood money.”
Do you hear the faith in her words?
When the ground shakes, when lava flows, when day is strangely darkened and the moon is turned to blood, we are to remember the one who made them.
Maybe they never found Jesus’ burial linens because someone took them and used them for fuel for a fire. After the resurrection and defeating death, he didn’t need that garment rolled in blood anymore.
The church season of Lent is always a good time to reevaluate, and see how we have let our faith deteriorate into empty ritual. To catch ourselves just going through the motions.
We are the reason he died. Our hands were complicit in his innocent death. We had a "hand" in his death.
Who are the saints in our land, the excellent ones surrounding us, the ones in whom we could delight?
Because Christ bled and died for me, I’ve been bought with a price and I not only belong to him, but my body is a temple of the Holy Spirit. God dwells in me and in his people, the church!
The faithful, righteous and just king would die a horrible, bloody and dishonorable death on a cross! How could that be?
We’ve got the water of baptism. We’ve got his blood in the sacrament. We’ve got the victory. So when the odds seem against us, we should be confident. We are more than conquerors through him who him who loved us!
The king is willing to give it all up for us, so we can win this battle.
God knows our thoughts, hears our cries, listens to our prayers and goes to search for us when we wander off and get lost.
Gardening is appealing and amazing. It brings me close to the Creator, reminds me of His creation, and gives me a chance to share that with a new generation.
I was preaching to an empty room because we all stayed home to be safe from catching or spreading CoVid-19.
Here's my light-hearted but certainly incomplete list of those I imagine using my broadcast or upload for Sunday worship.
While the earth might indeed be corrupt and believer’s lives are on the line, God always has the last word.
Have you recently been asked or told to wear a face mask? Chances are you're not happy about that. I'm not.
After seven weeks of "sheltering-in-place" virtual worship, we opened the doors of our church last Sunday morning.
I've spent more time in the phone in the past month than I have in years.
You can’t hold on to both your own life and Christ. It’s one or the other.