Last night I did what I hate to do; I helped with decorations around the house. This made me grumpy – very grumpy, jerk-level-status-grumpy. I don’t much like dealing in trinkets. Poor me.
It is easy to find a righteous pagan. Walk into any hospital, gym, or coffee shop and it won’t be too long before we run into someone who by all accounts is an honest, respectful, helpful individual.
Why does resentment get such a grip on us? Why is it that we so easily become set off at the smallest comment? What is it about us that makes a person cutting us off in traffic lead to an immediate negative reaction? And what happened 50 years ago at Stanford that can give us hope?
I really didn’t know what Anne found so offensive about my question. I had been playing Rugby during PE. It was a game I didn’t know anything about, but the rest of my classmates, the sons of British and Afrikaner employees at the Debeer’s mine there in Jwaneng, Botswanna did.
I was called into the hospital from my cozy living room where my family and I were laying around enjoying the lazy after Christmas daze surrounded by pieces of wrapping paper, chocolate candies and glasses of eggnog.
Some of us see it all at once. Lost, blind, dark, and suddenly there was Light. Blinking and overwhelmed with the beauty, more intensely bright from the former dungeon. What was evil and hidden, He brought to light.
As Christians, are we more afraid of what people will say if they discover us fraternizing with criminals and deadbeats, or with people who are regarded as wise and examples of a life well lived?
The role of father is arguably the most difficult vocation I’ve ever had. I believe the main reason for this isn’t actually the daily sacrifice that I must commit to for my kids’ faith and well-being.
John the Baptist faithfully reports for duty every December with his wilderness wardrobe and insect diet, ready to make straight the path of the long-expected Messiah as our Advent preacher.
Freedom from the Law does not come through personal perfection, it comes through Jesus Christ. The answer is not a better you, but a you who is united to God through Christ.
In order to get a sense of how wisdom is understood and the difficulties it raises in our contemporary situation regarding science and religion, one must begin in ancient Greece.
When we are tempted, tested, and afflicted which way do we run? Do we run to God, or do we run to whatever, or whoever, offers us some small comfort? Do we run to God or do we flee to temporary relief?
2017 was an unhappy year for me. In fact, it might have been my unhappiest year. Sadly, though, it shouldn’t have been. It didn’t need to be. I got 2017 wrong. It didn’t wrong me at all.
It may well be a mistake to read literature for the sole purpose of finding literary gems. But it is no mistake—no mistake at all!—to gather these gems up when they reveal themselves to us.
We all know how Santa thinks. He’s making a list. He’s checking it twice. He’s gonna find out who’s naughty or nice. Santa Claus is coming to town.
That is right, your attorney is a Jew just like Roy Moore’s. Well at least one of them is, and He knows all about your other attorneys. He works for them, too.
Unto us a child is born… The true story just wasn’t as nice as we make it out to be in children’s Christmas pageants. In his Gospel, Luke gives a hint at the shame suffered by Joseph and Mary.
Shadows one and all. Gifts under the tree, people singing carols, lights that twinkle, even Santa Claus, are shadows one and all.
Dr. Sproul’s ministry was the first to point me to the works of Martin Luther—a person who up until then, I only knew from secular history classes in school.