Beginning with Eve, you began a tradition of passing down motherhood for generations to come.
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Beginning with Eve, you began a tradition of passing down motherhood for generations to come.
When Mother’s Day comes along, I start squirming, and I really just want to move on to Monday when no one is launching Proverbs 31 grenades at me.
The question hangs in the air because the answer will come not through the words of Jesus, but through the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus.
At the end of January, Larry Henderson was a plane captain for a special secret skydiving jump.
One thing: Jesus. Three things to do: forget the past, focus on heaven, and press on till you get there.
So, the question before us on Dec. 26 (or on any other day) is, “What does Immanuel (God with us) mean today?”
The story of Jesus entering into the world is a story of God disrupting the lives and plans of those God chose.
All of them need a little light in the midst of the darkness. I want nothing more than to bring a little light into the darkness.
Christmas is when we recall that the King was born, and reigns forever more, and that the arrival of Christ signaled the expiration date on all other kingdoms.
If baby Jesus is all we present, we are showing a “lite” version of Jesus, and babies do not demand that you deny yourself, take up a cross, and follow them.
Christmas on Sunday puts church leaders in a Solomon-type predicament where we fear our only option is to make people decide between Christmas at home or keeping their commitment to church worship.
Lord, help us this Mother’s day
to recognize what is genuine, what is good.
Open our eyes to those hidden among us.
Yes, the Bible uses the image or metaphor of “Father” to refer to God, but it is only an image; one way of communicating what God is like (a God that is neither male nor female).
Lord, I don’t understand war:
why nations spend so much.
Tables have this way of being universally exclusive, and it seems this principle is as old as the advent of the table itself.
We don’t want to remember
the real cost and cast of war, the self-sacrifice of dog-tags.
Lord, she who conceived and gave birth to Israel;
swaddled and held them, bent down to feed them.
Father, God of the Christ child,
born into poverty, in the filth of a manger.
One nation devoted to spending money
on things we believe will bring us joy.
For the sake of those who cannot celebrate today,
but for whom today is a day of terrifying reminders.