In the pages of everybody’s memory book, there’s bound to be a little circle of people (call them friends if you like, though they didn’t always act like it) that knew your coming of age. They’re the girls you did VBS with, comparing sandals… Continue Reading “Even Now”
Malika I sought the truth for many days And wandered many long and traceless paths In search of what I could not name, Until I stumbling came at last Down on my knees And there I turned and looked And there He stood The… Continue Reading “The Truth, that Haunting All My Days”
I thought I knew the story of Thursday, but then the Spirit spoke, “With whom did Jesus choose to spend His last day?”
Tonight, I want to talk to you about something I’ve cared deeply about for a long time. . . loving those who are tough to love.
Because we are all broken and in need of the Father’s love.
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