Tag Archives: Bible

Too Much Jesus

At what point do you become a fanatic? In the nineties, D.C. Talk sang about Jesus Freaks. In the 2000’s, medical missionary Kent Brantly contracted ebola while sharing the Gospel with patients in Liberia. Just this year, an entire North Korean family, including their two year old, was imprisoned for owning a Bible. These seemContinue reading “Too Much Jesus”

Daily

When I go out each morning to start my day and feed my animals, I often view it as just routine. However, my cats, dogs, and chickens view it as the time during the day when they will receive the sustenance they need to go about their daily routines.  The cats wait for me inContinue reading “Daily”

Throwing Stones

I teach my kids that it is never okay to throw rocks at passing cars, but the other day, I picked up a rock to chunk at oncoming traffic. I live on a dirt road where there isn’t much coming or going, but as I was walking, a little white pickup truck barreled down theContinue reading “Throwing Stones”

Equip the Saints

You know the kid I’m talking about. He doesn’t sit still. He lives more in his imagination than reality. He talks even faster than he thinks, mostly at a higher decibel level than any other noise in the room. Last week, he sped in the church at the head of the line, as usual, andContinue reading “Equip the Saints”

Got You Covered

Now that it’s summertime, my kids are covered in bug spray, dirt from the garden, ashes from the campfire, and marshmallows from s’mores.  Bathtime and bedtimes are more lenient since we are making the most of our long summer days, and I overlook some of the mess.  They are thankful then to be covered byContinue reading “Got You Covered”

Those Who Mourn

All summer at Bible Club, I have been teaching these famous words: “Blessed are those who mourn.” This week, hugging children who have lost their mother, looking into the eyes of those who lost their brother, baking pink and purple cupcakes for the grandmother who lost her grandchild, I have had to think deeply aboutContinue reading “Those Who Mourn”

Floundering

I took my sons fishing this week. All we caught were northerns, but when I was growing up in south Florida, my favorite type of fishing was floundering. We would go at night- with nary a chance of sunburn!- and my dad would load the boat with the spotlight, three-pronged gigs, life jackets, and water.Continue reading “Floundering”