“I used to think it strange that the Bible keeps talking about the cleansing power of the blood,” admitted the late and renowned surgeon Paul W. Brand.
“It seemed to me that blood was messy stuff. I needed to wash my white lab coats if they became stained with blood,” wrote Dr. Brand in his book God’s Forever Feast. “Today, I love the analogy; it is so true of the body. The blood is constantly cleansing every cell, and washing away all the debris that accumulates all the time. I like Paul’s phrase in Hebrews.3 ‘How much more shall the blood of Christ purge [cleanse] your conscience from dead works?” Continue reading
In his book, with the captivating title, “Even Eagles Need A Push,” Dave McNally tells about a man being awakened one night with a loud knock at the door. He rolls over and looks at his clock. It’s 3:30 AM!
“I’m not getting out of bed at this time,” he thinks, and rolls over. Then, a louder knock follows.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” whispers his wife.
So he drags himself out of bed, and goes downstairs. He opens the door and there is a man standing at the door. It doesn’t take him long to realize the man is drunk. Continue reading
He was just a little lad,
and on the week’s first day,
Was wandering home from Sunday School,
and dawdling on the way.
He scuffed his shoes into the grass;
he found a caterpillar
He found a fluffy milkweed pod,
and blew out all the filler. Continue reading
Norma Jean and I enjoy evening walks in the park close to our house. Not only it is good exercise, but it’s an opportunity to talk, connect and to share some quality time together.
A couple of weeks ago we were walking and decided to sit on a bench and relax a few minutes in the Memorial Butterfly Garden. As we talked, I noticed a young couple sitting on a bench across the garden holding hands. How sweet! But what struck me was their eyes. Their intensive gaze. They seemed oblivious to everyone and everything around them. They were focused. Continue reading
“Memory is the way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose” wrote author Kevin Arnold.
As I sit here in the early morning darkness, sipping a cup of hot coffee, I am alone with my memories on this Memorial Day. Memory can be a wonderful blessing. It can bring smiles, laughter or even tears of joy as we look at pictures, share stories, or just think about the good times of by gone days. Continue reading
Another day. Another Friday. Another early morning when the rooster crowed. Folks were awakened. There is work to be done. Business to take care of. People to see. Preparations to be made for Sabbath worship.
A neighbor mentioned some commotion going on in the night. Some criminals captured. A late night and early morning meeting of the Sanhedrin. Odd. But there a day’s business ahead. There is a crowd in town and a buzz about a crucifixion. Guess they found that criminal guilty. But there’s things to do and no time to worry about that.
It’s just another Friday. With much to do. And no time to be distracted. Continue reading
“The power of one man or one woman doing the right thing for the right reason, and at the right time, is the greatest influence in our society.” – Jack Kemp
I was reminded of this truth again this week. Last night I finished a meeting at a church called Hardies Chapel in Gordon, GA Probably most of you have never heard of it. But the story of their beginning impressed me and I wanted to share it with our readers. Continue reading