Author: Harry Whitt

I am on a Journey with Jesus to Be Like Him.
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Mother: Our First Touch of God

(Pictured is my mother, Frances Amelia Lee Whitt at the age of 16, soon after she married my Daddy on December 13, 1936.) 

A debate has gone on in the world about when life begins.  There is no doubt in my mind that it begins at conception.  In a spiritual sense, it began before the beginning of the world.  The one verse that draws water from this depth of mystery is Ephesians 1:4 (NKJV), “Just as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love” (Ephesians 1:4 NKJV).   Continue reading “Mother: Our First Touch of God”

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Direction Indicates Destination

When I leave my home I travel a little over three miles before coming to a “T” intersection.  I have a choice then of going north or south; that is my only choice.  If I turn north, you could say I’m going toward the city of Boaz or Albertville but if I turn south, you could say I’m going toward Attalla or Gadsden.  Our direction of travel indicates our destination.  How foolish people would think me to be, if I traveled north hoping to arrive at a city to the south.  So it is with life, too many folks are traveling north with the thought of arriving somewhere south.

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They Are Still Smiling

When I visited a slum area in India, I witnessed children living in squalor and it dawned on me, they were still smiling.  I then thought about the thousands of children I have seen in Haiti and other places—in spite of their abject poverty, they continued to smile.  Their smile has kept me smiling.  There is something captivating about a sweet, innocent, smiling face.  I love to see children smile (grownups too).

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What Is So Good, About Good Friday?

Today is Good Friday.  It is the day we commemorate the death of Jesus Christ on the cross.  I read somewhere that the “Good” may have begun as Holy; we are really not sure.  It is good for us but it was a terrible day for Jesus.  The night before, He had been betrayed and arrested.  Then the humiliating trials began, before the Jewish High Priest and Council, Pilate, Herod, and back to Pilate again.   He was mocked, spit upon, and scourged.  Would this mockery and torture ever end?  Hardly, now he had to endure the death march to Calvary and then the horror of crucifixion.

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Empty Words

I am not sure if this is a sermon or a confession, because of the sins I will describe I have also been guilty.  The thoughts of empty words have been rumbling in my heart for some
time now.  This rumbling is not just for a sermon or post but is also the conviction of the Holy Spirit to bring me into a better alignment with the image of Jesus—to be like Him.  So, let my lesson of empty words be your lesson as well.

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