Hi, friends. Why does the word “sin” carry such weight? Why won’t the dread of it let go, no matter one’s culture or belief? The penalty of sin is spiritual death. No one can avoid it. Thankfully, God has provided the way of escape…the gift of salvation through Christ’s sacrifice. A free gift for allContinue reading “Sin Versus Error”
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A Brooding Heart
Sadness creased the elder’s face Thoughts of children dear to heart No longer sharing time and space Though not living far Turned away from heart of home To explore the worldly realm Left behind a beating heart Chose instead a heart of stone Yet the heart of home still beats Wrings with anguish and withContinue reading “A Brooding Heart”
Overcoming Guilt and Shame
Even in my elder years, remnants of guilt and shame bubble up from somewhere deep inside, life-long shadows of mistakes and hurts. Although Jesus Christ has saved me from the penalty of my sin, my facing, forgiving, and accepting myself has been an ongoing process. Recently, a friend shared definitions of guilt and shame: GuiltContinue reading “Overcoming Guilt and Shame”
Church Hurt
Hurt caused by people within the Church comes close to home. An in-law’s deep disappointment when not supported during great family need; hypocrisy of church members souring another’s faith; a young one misunderstood, ridiculed, and ostracized for a different personality; others deeply wounded by non-biblical choices of leadership taking matters into their own hands, movingContinue reading “Church Hurt”
Come Alive!
Ever bid a wounded animal come to you? When rescued with gentleness an invitation is given to receive loving care. Imagine the response if harshly approached: retreat, avoidance, a defensive snarl or bite, or perhaps in weakness no response at all. What then of people who snarl and snap out of their conditioning or woundedness,Continue reading “Come Alive!”
The Stubborn Stain
The recliner had been ours for twenty-five or thirty years. Like us, it was now showing its wear: drooping stuffing, a spot rubbed through the leather, joints working loose, the back support giving out. Every time my husband plunked down in it, his special chair, I was thankful its frame held firm. Somehow in itsContinue reading “The Stubborn Stain”
Dew Upon The Arbor 