I know a “Caleb” type man. He is a WWII 94-year-old war veteran and lives down the road from me. I have watched him “run” down my street for ten years now. When I first moved into my house, he was still running at a pretty fast pace for a
How can I give you up, O Ephraim? How can I hand you over, O Israel? How can I make you like Admah? How can I treat you like Zeboiim? My heart recoils within me; my compassion grows warm and tender. I will not execute my burning anger; I will
Sow for yourselves righteousness; reap steadfast love; break up your fallow ground, for it is the time to seek the Lord, that he may come and rain righteousness upon you. – Hosea 10:12 I love today´s verses! We´ve seen in our previous weeks in Hosea that the people of Israel had
Have you ever thought about the process of sharpening iron? With the friction of two iron rods rubbing together, the heat between them increases, allowing them to create a spark that heats them enough to be molded. As the body of Christ, we forget that we need to sharpen other
Money can be uncomfortable to talk about, so let’s talk about donuts first. Do most people like donuts? Yes. Can donuts make you happy? Only in a fleeting, earthly way. Will donuts hurt you? Depends. Eating one occasionally won’t hurt you, but eating too many too often isn’t a great
People love to make predictions, from the outcome of a sports game to the weather for the next week, to investment opportunities. Predictions are made every day. Even in religion, you can find predictions, especially when it involves Jesus’ return. There are predictions about His return that have been made
You talk with your hands, just like your mom. You laugh, just like your grandmother. You walk, just like your father. Have you heard comments like these before? We all possess traits passed down from our family, or simply acquired through our constant imitation. These traits serve as a reminder,
There’s one in every crowd. You might have heard them referred to as the: Party Pooper. Debbie Downer. Pessimistic Penny. Negative Nancy. I once knew a girl named Vanessa whose friends called her “Depressa”. No one wants to carry these labels, but it seems that they just can’t help themselves. No
She had been caught red-handed. Exposed front and center. What she had attempted to get away with in secret had now been brought to the light. And now she was pressed on every side by angry critics who condemned her and called for her to pay the ultimate price. Her
My feet usually hit the floor each morning at 5:00am. Ask me a few minutes after that if I’m easily tempted by the world and I’ll give you a big, fat, “No way, baby.” Armed with some decent sleep, a fresh cup of coffee, and the fact that I’ve not