
Jesus Prays for me
This morning, I returned to a part in John 17 I read last week. As I opened my bible, it just put an exclamation point
This morning, I returned to a part in John 17 I read last week. As I opened my bible, it just put an exclamation point
“…And _the very words you gave to me to speak I have passed on to them. They have received your words and carry them in their hearts…”
I often defend the sadducees and the pharisees These were not, by and large, evil men. They honestly wanted to serve God and serve their
“… Yet, not one of you are asking me where I’m going…” (John 16:5) When things were changing fast for the disciples, and although they
I do not like the news and how it is represented, and at risk of getting slammed, I am going to say that I do
I was sitting and drinking coffee yesterday looking at a tree we had to cut back earlier in the year. The branches were lying heavy
There is a well known part in John, where Jesus, before the last meal, washes his disciples feet (John 13:1-17) and for as long as
I often fall in the trap of judging the people in the bible. I mean really… with so many miracles, how could they not see?!
John 11 is the story about a calamity… A tragedy, filled with hopelessness, “if only’s”, doubt, blame and despair… Lazarus died. When Jesus finally arrived,
I like to highlight little passages in my bible where God has revealed something beautiful to me… Sometimes, I get to a well known passage