This morning, reading through 1 Corinthians 15 in my devotions I was blessed by three verses—10, 33 & 58, and I felt a nudge to share it with you. The first, a word of inspiration. Paul says, “But by the grace of God I am what I am, and His grace toward me did not...
“I’m going fishing,” said Simon Peter. For centuries that has probably been our own normal, knee-jerk response to broken fellowship with God. To seek the once familiar things, things rooted in our past—in a sense to head back to “Egypt.” But the result of that decision always leads to barrenness. “Children, you do not have...
The winds hurled themselves across the boat, lightning split the skies, thunder added it’s resounding roar and the torrent came in sheets of cascading rain. Fear gripped them. With wild eyes they looked at the storm, fishermen though they were—this one scared them. Yet, lying in the stern, oblivious to the unrelenting fury of the...
I heard this line on Christian radio: “Broken people can be helped; hardhearted ones rarely can.” True, isn’t it? As noted Christian writer Vance Havner once said: “God uses broken things. It takes broken soil to produce a crop, broken clouds to give rain, broken grain to give bread, broken bread to give strength. It...
The mountain rises majestically outside my office window. Lush, green, watered by an over-indulgent monsoon. I’m struck by its beauty, its undulating slopes, its green vegetation and the blue skies above—picturesque, just right for a postcard. HE spoke and the world came into existence. Just a few words—“Let there be…” and things were! But as...
