Well friends, we’re all one week into the national emergency due to the COVID-19 virus. How y’all doing? I’m sure the answers are all over the board. And our answers say much about us — things like where we work, what personality type we have, where we gather our information. But most importantly, this is a great time to find out what we truly value. Testing has a way of making some things clear to us that we can’t see when life is easy, when nothing is asked of us. And what is testing but a time of being asked for things? Let’s dig in this week and see how Jesus handles this, and what it has to teach us, and let’s see why his answers let the crowds utterly amazed.
About 90 percent of the time, I’m more focused on school, summer, homework, friends, getting my driver’s license or even food than I am on God. It’s pretty pathetic really: I’m showing myself more respect than I’m showing Him. I think we can all relate to that on some level. So serving on the worship team at Grace Church gives me an outlet, a couple of hours where I can forget everything else that’s going on in my life and embrace the Holy Spirit as I worship. I get so wrappe
Well there we were, God and I in the kitchen on a Saturday morning. It was my husband’s birthday, June 25. He loves pies of all kinds, especially fruit pies. No birthday cake for him: pie all the way. My niece had said she would bring two wonderful berry pies to the party that night, so I decided I would make an apple and a lemon icebox, which is a favorite of mine in the summertime. I began on the lemon pie first, because it would need more than six hours in the freezer befo
Like many people, I’ve had this country on my mind a lot lately. With the Orlando shootings, the presidential election, #BlackLivesMatter and so much more, there’s a lot to cover — aka a lot of conversations to avoid with your in-laws. I look at Facebook and all I see is anger and sadness. I read articles and think pieces and they’re all desperate to point the finger at someone or something to explain the injustice that happens on a daily basis. It’s the Republicans’ fault! I
When the generator fires up and begins its incessant rumble, you know it is time to work. The first sounds crank through the neighborhood in a startling manner. They tend to drown out the cacophony of daily life: kids playing soccer in the streets; the occasional propane of fruit sellers slowly winding the dusty roads, advertising over their roof-mounted speakers (“se vende, se vende, saboya, tomate, chile…”); the low beats of a distant radio. The only noises that rise above