“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...
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...
Quite often, we are our own worst critics. We give ourselves no room for mistakes, harshly react when they happen, and then get upset that the change we want to see in our lives doesn’t happen overnight. The consequence? We lose our joy, and peace evaporates. I remember many years ago when learning (or trying...
