Enter his gates with thanks; enter his courtyards with praise! Thank him! Bless his name! Because the Lord is good, his loyal love lasts forever; his faithfulness…
We get sucked in. We put ourselves at debt and at risk and under pressure for trinkets that mean nothing.
all we can do is to shine with integrity and if we do that then hope is introduced regardless of the weight, or the scope, or the depth of the dark.
too many people who describe themselves as Christian present the world with regular news bulletins that can hardly be classified as “good” news at all
one hand on the wheel, roof open, hanging my head out of the window, and feeling the breeze.
The goodness that Good Friday makes possible is foundational to practical Christianity. If we are not excellent to each other, then Christ is not alive in us.
God, I've heard tell, keeps a cabin in the mountains of North Carolina. Yesterday God must have been out hiking too, because we met right there at the top of Mt. Jefferson.
Instead of shoving the Lord into a box and consigning him to eleven months in the attic, John suggested putting Jesus on the windowsill where he can look out into the world he came to save.