When You Feel You’ve Let God Down I watched the sunset outside my window—a dwindling blaze of red and gold thrusting Pikes Peak into the foreground. It seemed a metaphor for my day. A mountain of imperfect decisions and choices displayed against God’s goodness...
Broken bodies bend before Him asking for sight to see. “Jesus, won’t you heal my body?” “Your sin is forgiven. Come, follow Me.” Broken bread between His hands soon pierced by nails- an offering. “Take and eat, consume this flesh. I give Myself...
My arms, raised in praise early on Easter morning, now hung limp by my sides. Awash in shame, I chided myself for unkind, angry words. You can’t even make it through the most holy of days without making a mess of things. Bowing my head in prayer, a tear...
Ask. Seek. Knock. These are the familiar words from scripture I’m reminded of as I read about the wise men from the East. “After Jesus was born in Bethlehem village, Judah territory— this was during Herod’s kingship—a band of scholars arrived in Jerusalem from the...
