Late one night, not long before he passed away, my son told his sister, who was his caregiver at the time, that he wanted to talk to “Mom.” When she informed him that it was awfully late and asked if it could wait until morning, he didn’t budge.
Peter walked away from the fire but his face was still burning hot. The young girl that accused him of knowing Jesus was following close on his heels. There was no stopping this meddler. He tried to tell her he did not know Jesus. A rooster crowed once outside the gate.
When he awoke on Friday morning, the man could not have known what the day would bring.
The dying words of any man are significant — much more so when they belong to Christ.
Many years ago, when I was in grade school, I was a patrolman for the grade school in Toronto, Ohio. It was sponsored by AAA and we were given really nice badges. It was an honor to be a street crossing guard.
It’s known by several names: The Triumphal Entry, Palm Sunday, the first day of Holy Week. But this coming Sunday also celebrates the Coronation of Christ — the moment Jesus agrees to be hailed as King.
On Sunday, “There Was Jesus” won the Grammy for best contemporary Christian music performance/song. If you haven’t heard it, get thyself to the radio!
I think God has a wonderful sense of humor, don’t you? I know for sure His family down here does. I’m sure we all have stories from our churches that are very humorous.
On a very cold winter night in 1968, my ship (U.S.S. Wright CC-2) was in the North Atlantic operating somewhere in the vicinity of New England.
God calls the Devil, “friend.” It’s in Scripture.
“Beverly sent a photo,” read the Facebook Messenger notification.
“So I perceived that nothing is better than that a man should rejoice in his own works, for that is his heritage. For who can bring him to see what will happen after him?” Ecclesiastes 3:22
Following the excitement of the holidays, January can seem cruel. We never know what this month might bring. We could have anything from sunny days to strong winds and deep snowfalls to dark, rainy days — several in succession. And just when you feel you can’t bear another gloomy day, you wa…
I once asked my teen-aged son why he insisted on staying up so late after the rest of the family retired. His answer: “I hate giving up the day.” Initially, I was surprised, but then had to admit that he probably inherited that characteristic from me: It’s not unusual for me to see the light…
They were both strong women, and that’s probably what caused their feud. Before it’s over, one will lose everything -- her family, her home, her health.
My hand rested on the switch as I hesitated to turn the lights off in the empty classroom. It was a warm June day outside, but my mind traveled back to a hot August day over 30 years ago. As my eyes surveyed the empty desks, I smiled as memories began to rush into my mind.
“Dec. 26 is the saddest day of the year,” declared my father annually. “But not to worry,” he’d add with a chuckle, “Christmas always comes again.”
What do you say to people when they say that no one can help America any longer? Then they rant and rave about how we’re all going to “you know where” in a hand basket.
There is nothing quite as exciting for children as Christmas. My grown children enjoyed sitting down together after Thanksgiving dinner and reminiscing about their childhood Christmases. What a wonderful gift from God that conversation was to this mother’s ears.
Christmas is well on its way. The Christmas season is easily identifiable by large Christmas displays in stores, Christmas songs on the radio, lights on neighbors’ houses and the smell of anything peppermint.
