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...
She had to have been bothered. Questions of favouritism must have surfaced-again. This just didn’t seem right. An angel to the rescue. How convenient. How unfair. Sure she was glad for Peter. And his family. But then… the tears wouldn’t stop. What about her James-her Son of Thunder. Her strong Boanerges. Bold, unafraid, ambitious and...
It’s November, folks! Ten months have come and gone and 2009 is on the cusp of history! It’s been a good year, all things considered, hasn’t it? But here’s a thought for you. A challenging one too. John Wesley said: “The gospel of Christ knows of no religion, but social; no holiness but social holiness.” ...
