The Church Militant is not only fighting with Satan and his demonic armies. It is also fighting with itself. Brothers fight.
In the end, no matter how hard you work to avoid it, death towers over you and remorselessly says, “I win. I always do.” And what are you to say?
Great blessings come to us when we fully embrace a Lutheran understanding of who the Spirit is, how He works and where He can be found.
We should take a little time to bless the mothers in our congregations, to thank them, pray for them, encourage them and support them.
Jesus’ peace is “peace on a mission.” “As the Father has sent me,” He told His apostles, “even so I am sending you.”
Readers curious to know more about who the Holy Spirit is and how He works will find plenty to ponder in the May issue of The Lutheran Witness.
It’s not hard to pick up on what the world around us wants us to want for our children. But what would God have us want for them?
Jesus was crucified, and He hung on the cross until death — alone. He understands loneliness. He understands sadness. He understands suffering.
If we truly examine our words and actions, we are forced to admit that we have sometimes echoed Peter’s words: “I know not the man!”
As the family sat down to open Christmas presents, their 7-year-old son began to cry: “Mommy! Mommy! My duplicate is dead!” What could it mean?
Online giving may soon make passing the plate during Sunday morning worship services practically obsolete. But at what theological cost?
During Lent, we stare the awful truth of death directly in the face and contemplate anew the depth of our sin and the magnitude of Christ’s salvation.
Christ alone. It seems so simple, so elementary. Every Lutheran knows and believes that, don’t they? And yet … how often do we forget?
What does love look like? A husband and a wife who lay down their lives for each other. Christ on the cross, dying to redeem His Bride.
Beginning with its epic appearance in the opening verses of Genesis, light is a powerful image throughout the pages of Scripture.
The words of the familiar psalm are more than poetry. They are a confession of faith: With Christ as our Shepherd, we want for nothing.