Blaise Pascal, the 17th-century French philosopher, is credited with saying, “There is a God-shaped vacuum in the heart of each man which cannot be satisfied by any created thing but only by God the Creator, made known through Jesus Christ.”
So, is there such a hole in the heart of an atheist? Can an atheist come to Christ? Continue reading
Timanthes, was an ancient Greek painter from the 4th century B.C. who was studying under a respected tutor.
There’s a legend that he once painted an exquisite work of art, but he became so enraptured with the painting that he spent several days gazing at it, instead of finishing it.
One morning when he arrived to admire his work, he was shocked to find it blotted out with paint. Angry, he ran to his teacher, who admitted he destroyed the painting. “I did it for your own good. That painting was retarding your progress. Start again and see if you can do better.” Continue reading
In recent weeks, I have witnessed some promising signs regarding a return to church attendance. I recently met a couple who returned to in-person worship for the first time since COVID-19 either shut down or restricted public gatherings.
I’m hearing similar stories from other preachers and pastors who are seeing an increase in attendance. Continue reading
Good morning from Citrus County:
Well, things are heating up in Florida. Predicted highs this week are 90 every day and lows around 70. It would be a great time to go to Canada. Oh, well, maybe one day.
For now, we’re looking forward to enjoying time with our family. Taking a trip to Ohio to preach in the Cornerstone summer series, seeing old friends up North. Maybe a mid-summer getaway. And, of course, blogging. Continue reading
“You can’t be a Smart Cookie if You have a Crummy Attitude,” is a little paperback book by John Maxwell. It contains 153 pages of quotes from a variety of sources about the importance of a positive attitude in life.
I have chosen 21 of my favorite quotes to live by that will improve your attitude and thus improve your life. Continue reading
A Canadian preacher, Stephen Sheane, tells a story from two centuries ago about a military officer and his wife who were aboard a ship caught in a raging ocean storm.
Seeing the frantic look in her eyes, the man tried unsuccessfully to allay her fears. Suddenly she grasped his sleeve and cried, “How can you be so calm?”
He stepped back a few feet and drew his sword. Pointing it at her heart, he asked, “Are you afraid of this?” Continue reading
In his book, Hell’s Best Kept Secret, Ray Comfort relates a tragic story about a woman who was once walking along a riverbank with her child.
Suddenly the child slipped into the river. The mother screamed in terror. She couldn’t swim, plus she was in the latter stages of pregnancy. Finally, somebody heard her screaming and rushed down to the riverbank. Continue reading
My Mom always said, “Kenny, If you can’t say something nice, then don’t say anything at all.”
I suppose many growing up in the 1950s and early 60’s heard similar instructions from their mothers as well. That same, solid, sound advice could use a revival in today’s polarized culture with its toxic rhetoric.
Today, June 1st is a good day to begin because it’s “National Say Something Nice Day” according to the holiday calendar of unusual, weird, and wacky holidays. Continue reading
“If you woke up in America this morning, you hit the jackpot. Let us honor the brave souls that sacrificed to make that freedom possible,” posted my friend Matt Andrews on facebook today.
Although I said Saturday, there would be no new post today, my facebook and email messages inspired me to share a few quotes and messages I’ve read today.
I hope they will inspire you as well. And help us remember the significance of this holiday. Continue reading
Friday Norma Jean and I were in Temple Terrace enjoying time with our grandchildren Roy,6½, and Fern, age 4.
“Let’s go on an excursion,” I said to the kids.
“What’s an excursion?” Roy asked.
“It’s like a school field trip,” Grammy explained.
After a quick stop at Dollar Tree to buy some (artificial) flowers and giving them each a dollar to buy a treat, we headed to Sunset Memorial Gardens where my parents, Roy and Mattie Weliever are buried. Continue reading