He was naked and unashamed.
The gifts are all opened. The breakfast casserole and monkey bread have been devoured, and everyone has gone back to bed. Including my wife.
I don’t believe in Jesus all the time. You might. This has not been my experience.
Sometimes God uses a sign or wonder to let us know we don’t need a sign or wonder.
As I pulled into a rainy parking lot, I whispered a prayer for our time together, because I know that sometimes a meeting can change everything.
We’ve been told that we are made in God’s image, yet we are light years apart. Sometimes I just wish he were more like me.
I will not be casting a vote for Trump because I simply do not believe in his politics. But he IS my brother. And I’m no better than him. Not one bit.
Maybe the moment you flip God the bird is the exact moment he looks into your eyes and says, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”
God is either a dream come true or an absolute nightmare. At times I’ve wondered.
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I’ll never regret one day at Northview Church. How could I? But our final weekend with the good people of Northview will be the weekend of May 16/17th. Grace and peace!