The day I most enjoy out of all 365 in a year is almost here. I confess I’m a sap when it comes to Thanks-giving.* Oh, I enjoy Christmas well enough. It’s simply that
The weekend was an intriguing collection of sights in the swamp and views from the peaks.
I attended Brooklyn Tabernacle, an urban congregation in New York city, last Sunday. Jim Cymbala preached a powerful message from Haggai. The Choir filled the room with praises to our Risen King. It was two hours rich in worship. BUT . . .
Read carefully. VIP* this week. I’ve got a need that only God can meet. Hmmmmm . . . Pretty much God is the One who meets all my needs, either directly or indirectly. The need that’s on my mind these days is the sale of our house.
Ever felt that way? You spend your days praying, caring, prioritizing, working, considering, toiling, discussing, tending, . . . You apply yourself full-on to the tasks in front of you, seeing them as your Ephesians 2:10 assignment. Most days you’re content as you fall into bed at night. Others you’re so busy you don’t know how you feel. BUT some days a sliver …