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?
We should take a little time to bless the mothers in our congregations, to thank them, pray for them, encourage them and support them.
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!”
Online giving may soon make passing the plate during Sunday morning worship services practically obsolete. But at what theological cost?
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.
We do a nice thing and immediately tuck it away in our mental archives for later. “Wow,” we say to ourselves, “would you look at that!” And then we do. Often.
“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven.”
When the unimaginable happens, faith in Jesus is the only thing that will help us through.
Instead of just bridging the church generation gap, what if we embraced it? From both sides?
Snow falls, and the ugliness of an unsightly landscape disappears. Dirt, decay, dilapidation — all are erased by two or three inches of newly fallen snow.
As we “sit in darkness” together during these dark, cold days of winter, the words of a favorite Epiphany hymn bring us comfort and hope.