Our True Champion
Who’s your champion?
That one person who always cheers you on, lifts you up, and puts the silver lining in your cloudy day.
Read MoreThe Master’s Hand
Some of you may be familiar with the song The Old Violin, sung by Johnny Paycheck. The original is a poem by Myra Brooks Welch, and it’s a favorite of mine.
Read MoreStanding Within Her Gates
A Song of Ascents. Of David. I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the LORD!”
Read MoreMaker of Heaven and Earth
Growing up in Vermont, I was well acquainted with hills and mountains. From our front porch, we could clearly see Mt. Washington, the most prominent mountain east of the Mississippi River.
Read MoreDeceitful Lips
It seems strange somehow to be meditating on the sorrow of the cross during these weeks when the earth is budding with new life. But our walk with Jesus is a walk toward darkness. He was a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief.
Read MoreAscent Into Darkness
The room is bathed in a heavy golden light. I can feel the warmth of it, even though there are walls between me and the source.
Read MoreA Pattern for Life
The bleak mid-winter days are challenging for even the most sanguine among us. Those of us who live in all but a few places on this planet must endure the cold dark days of winter each year. For some these days are longer and colder than for others.
Stories of Old
Stories, especially the great stories, often fall short when adapted for film. Tolkien’s masterpiece, The Lord of the Rings is no exception. Vast sections of the story (Tom Bombadil!!!) are left out completely.
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