“Can you teach the pre-school Sunday school class this next term?” “We need more volunteers to help with the Saturday morning benefit breakfast…” “Calling on all small groups to help provide food for the memorial service held next week…” Does any of this sound at all familiar...
Do you ever wonder why it seems the church has become cold, indifferent, and callused to what is right and wrong? Why has our “light” seemed to become dimmer in this dark world? I was recently challenged by a message from Jerry Benjamin, and as...
We were in Indiana and sitting at a traffic light of a busy intersection when, suddenly, we heard blaring sirens as an oncoming stream of police cars turned down the road directly in front of us. As we watched in amazement, we counted sixteen different...
Cinderella stories. Happily ever afters. Growing old together as best friends. In my opinion, there’s hardly anything sweeter than seeing an elderly couple shuffling along the sidewalk, holding hands. My heart becomes a puddle. Every single time. You see, I know they have much more than a...
I noticed a transgender man heading for the dressing room in the women’s clothing store I was shopping at. How did I respond? Read on… I know I’m sticking my head out there, but I’ve been concerned by some of the quotes I’ve heard from other...
“Can you honestly say you trust God?” This was the question she asked me…She was rightfully struggling with this tough question in her own life. When I heard about the heartbreaking circumstance she was dealing with, I could understand why. And I saw me in her....
I (Cindy) recently asked our daughter, Brianna, to write a blog for me since I knew that she has a gift of writing and speaking. This is the blog she wrote and, of course, I may be just a bit biased, but I think she...
I saw her pained expression as she described the only earthly “love” she’d known in all her growing up years. She said that, although she didn’t have anyone else that loved her, she knew her mom did-- in her own way. But what she described...
Although they were grown men, I saw raw pain on their faces. Some were being real, wiping their tears. Others looked as if they were attempting to keep their emotions at bay. I glanced at one older man who put his head back, the look...
The sick little girl in her mama's arms The little Honduran girl appeared lifeless in her mother’s arms. I had assumed she must be sleeping as her arms and legs dangled, but when her mom brought her daughter to us and turned her around, I could...