When we’re staring at a pile of blessings next door, we miss the ones in front of us.
“Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven” (Matt. 19:14).
God did not create us for independence or autonomy. His freedom is not the same as the world’s “freedom.”
Of the 52 Sundays in the Church Year, only Trinity Sunday commemorates a doctrine rather than an event.
My parents have lived in the same house since they got married in 1984. I have my passport number memorized. But where it counts, I am their spitting image.
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.