I was watching a news show this past week, when the host and a guest briefly debated about the color of Jesus. WHO CARES! So what, does it really matter if Jesus is black, white, brown, red, or yellow?!Continue reading “What Color Is Jesus? Who Cares!!”
My daddy was born in 1914 in the ridges of Northeast Alabama. He was deserted by his father when he was a school-age boy and “raised” by his single mother in the midst of the Great Depression. He was raised dirt-poor.Continue reading “Daddy Bought a Nissan”
The first half of 2020 seems to many like the beginning of the Seven Years of Tribulation. It is not, but a year for the record books for sure. How do we keep our sanity and soul in times of trouble???Continue reading “Keeping Our Sanity and Soul in Times of Trouble”
In America, it seems we have one big problem and then another. Right in the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic, we have major unrest in our city streets which began with the death of George Floyd under the knee of a policeman. Peaceful legal protest began and then groups and individuals escalated the situation into riots and looting. All of it is heart-breaking. Jesus told us to love our neighbor; this is what I always strive to do by God’s grace. The only antidote for hate is love, not more hate.Continue reading “Journey Update: June 2020”
In 1964, I was a fourth grader in an all-white elementary school in Alabama when we had two African American girls become part of our class as desegregation reached our little school. I was a big-eyed nine year old wondering what to make of it all.Continue reading “Antidote for Hate is Love”
Jesus Is My JoyContinue reading “Jesus Is My Joy”
The world has been turned side-ways with the response to the COVID-19. Our hearts hurt for those who have lost love ones, suffered the sickness, forced out of work, lost money, or at the very least been inconvenienced. Everyone has been affected.
I remember waking on a cold Fall morning to the sound of symphonic rain on a tin roof. Long before there were weighted blankets, there were Momma’s hand-made quilts piled high in a frosty room. Oh, how I wanted to just lay there for just a little longer, but the ruler of my mornings had already sounded the getup alarm once before, “Harry, it’s time to get up!”. Continue reading “Momma’s Biscuits”
Concerning our perceived effectiveness, the church has done a fair job of saving people from Hell, but a poor job of saving people from their brokenness. Jesus commanded us to go and make disciples, not just converts. I am afraid in our enthusiasm to make only converts we have left a heap of lost souls in the wake of false confessions and hurry-up-sinner-prayers.
There are some striking similarities in the spiritual implications of Isaac and Jesus. I am sure their personalities were very different. Jesus, the Son of God taking his brief journey on earth was confident of His mission given by His Heavenly Father. Isaac on the other hand does not come across as the spiritual man of faith like his father Abraham, yet he was a link in the eternal blessing culminating in the Messiah, Jesus.
So let’s look at the comparison between Isaac and Jesus: