The Distant Ring of Hope

Can we ever return
To that innocent time
Of warm embraces
Unhindered social times

Trapped in Darkness

Without faith in Christ — without believing in Him — you are caught between Good Friday and Easter Sunday; trapped in the darkness without the light of the risen Lord.

Moistening the Parched Soul

I can still feel your hand A weak squeeze Dry skin against mine Still hear the machine Pulsating in the background Providing you oxygen…

A Soothing Touch for Our Parched Soul

The cancer had ravaged her body, taken away all her strength, and now it was taking her life. She was no longer able to sit up and had been bed-ridden for more than a week. But now I sensed the end was near.

Trapped Between Good Friday and Easter Morning

Because of God’s love for us we do not have to remain trapped between Good Friday and Easter. Salvation is ours through faith in Christ. This Easter embrace the hope of the resurrection. Leave behind doubt and disbelief and run with Peter to see the strips of linen lying in the empty tomb.

Morning Praise – New Life in Christ

The old cloth of death has been removed and left in the tomb. I have been raised into a new life in Christ. My sin no longer weighs me down; no longer conceals me in the tomb.

Does God Hear Our Prayers?

I have found myself reciting a similar prayer when devoted followers of Christ I know have died; when friends contract terminal cancer. “Lord, these are people who have followed you; righteous people dedicated to serving you. Why?”

O Death, Where Is Your Sting?

It is that thought of separation that has often had me wondering what made Jesus weep in John 11:35. Was it his full divinity weeping over the separation of humans from God or was it his full humanity weeping over the loss of his dear friend Lazarus?

Trusting in God’s Word or Fortified Walls

I stared out the window and watched the scarlet cord blow in the breeze. I wondered who Rahab was signaling with this impromptu flag. I felt vulnerable looking out the window perched high on the wall as I watched the Israelites approach the city again with priests carrying a golden box and trumpets made of ram horns.

So You May Believe

I followed the crowd for a ways when suddenly everyone stopped. That’s when I spotted Mary bowing at the feet of a man. I asked the person next to me who Mary was bowing to and was told the man was Jesus. I had heard about this man and his miracles, but had never seen him in person.