The fact is, we live in a world of broken families, and marriages. I wonder if in a desperate attempt to counteract this degradation, we’ve inadvertently turned them into idols. Have we swung the pendulum in the opposite direction? While a balanced perspective is needed, obsessively prioritizing the physical “family first” concept isn’t actually entirely biblical….. Continue reading “Refocus On The Family (of Faith)”
The next time you drive by a wheat field waving in the wind, tall and glorious, know your admiring a grave yard. Yes, that’s right. It’s nothing more than just a cemetery of seeds. Vegans, I do hope you’ll forgive me for being so graphic but the soil is a merciless butcher! That slits open the thin seed coat allowing them to germinate, sprout and grow into the crop it is. Yielding abundant life, sustaining food, and nourishment for the world….That seed had to give up its life. Die, to give us the ability to live. That’s the not so pretty sacrificial process of dying to self….. Continue reading “Dying to Self Is Never “Pretty””
18 years ago, I received the life-giving gift of a new heart.
My biological father had died of a heart attack at the young age of 56 and little did I know my mother would pass away just 15 years later, from heart failure. Seems genetically, I was predestined to inherit a “bad heart”.
For many years I didn’t know how bad mine really was. But as each year passed, my decline marked evidence I would have to undergo the daunting procedure that required…. Continue reading “A Heart Condition Threatening All Of Us”
Everything in my house is broken. People, I mean it when I say this. Just about everything is broken to some degree! What’s ironic is that someone once commented that my house was so nicely decorated, they described it, “like a museum”. Yep, a museum alright….. a museum of unspoken broken maybe…. Continue reading “The Unspoken Broken Rooms of Our Soul”
Why is it that some days, hope is harder to find than others?
In the warm sunny days of southern Maine my favorite hobby is to go looking for sea glass, or some call it beach glass. This is glass that has been basically thrown away, or discarded in the ocean, broken to pieces then washed up smooth and beautiful. Redeemed….. Continue reading “Some Days, Hope is Harder to Find Than Others”