I know the mountains are there, behind the clouds.
I can't help but find a bit of glory in the fact that the evolutionary icon Neanderthal Man bears the very same name of a humble teacher who lived his life to glorify God.
It's not the decorations that make Christmas. It's not the cookies or the parties, or even the nativity scene that depicts the birth of a baby who had come to save the world.
I'm convinced that New Testament-style miracles happen around here from time to time, and today was one of those days.
True adoration can be seen in both simplicity & extravagance.
The Lord longs to be gracious to us, to rise up and show us compassion. I think that’s one reason why He reminds us to rest.
Tears trickle down my face as the dark cloud around my soul dissipates. This is no Sunday morning Zoom church service...
What a beautiful combination of science and nature and Biblical truth ...
He is the Almighty, the Mountain One who never changes, who is always there, even behind the clouds.
What would it be like to have Jesus himself visit our home? What should I do to get ready?