Long my imprisoned spirit lay, Fast bound in sin and nature’s night; Thine eye diffused a quickening ray— I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free, I rose, went forth, and followed Thee. -Charles Wesley...
He does not cast away, nor crush, nor condemn the wounded in conscience, those who are terrified in view of their sins; the weak in faith and practice, but watches over and cherishes them, makes them whole, and affectionately embraces them. -Luther Each tear that...
Patches of gold dotted the landscape–the borders neatly trimmed by barbed wire fences. The wheat fields resembled an old patchwork quilt; each square confined by the even stitches running across its surface. Whether you were a local or a visitor, it was a...
The to-do list sat passively on my desk as if mocking my attempts to cross each item off. Call the doctor’s office. (Schedule three children on different days to avoid missing work.) Write Christmas thank-you’s. (Never mind that it’s almost...
“So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” NIV (1 Corinthians 10:31) “There’s got to be more to life than this…” These words–spoken sixty years ago by a young woman with four children...
