The big day has come and gone. Your Easter duds now hang in a closet, waiting for the same time next year. Just make sure the Easter miracle isn’t hanging in your closet with […]
Hi everybody. I’m breaking tradition and posting today because Good Friday and Easter Sunday is better than Bareknuckle Wednesday. Way better.
Ill-defined, unlabeled faith might keep you free from the confines of commitment, but it won’t make you any bedrock guarantees, either.
The rest of the world will always have a hard time understanding you, because it has such a hard time understanding faith. At times you don’t fare much better.
We’ve been warned repeatedly. Gloom hangs heavy because we all know what is supposed to happen to us at the end. It was a done deal. It really was.
The average healthy church will consume a minimum of 1,040 sermons within a twenty year period, and possibly touch on as many as fifteen thousand Bible verses. Don’t waste any of it.
Judgment is certain. God’s warning to mankind: Don’t show up to the trial of your life armed with nothing but a folder of good deeds.
The same attribute of God capable of provoking mortal fear in us, can stimulate our greatest comfort.
Self-confidence works great for afternoon softball games, but it is terribly overrated when it comes to one’s eternal salvation.
The Apostle Paul warns that wielding the sword of judgment, even with great dexterity, won’t earn anyone points on the Day of God’s wrath.