What’s your story? If you have accepted Jesus Christ as your savior, odds are, at some point, you have had to give a testimony — give your life story — in front of somebody.
If you’re like me, I usually would complete the statement “time flies…” with the words “when you’re having fun.” As I thought about the subject of time, and how little of it I seem to have these days, it brought me to the original intent of time.
Life is going as fast as it has ever gone.
One of the most common questions that I hear during discussions about dealing with faith is "how much time and effort should be placed into performing works?"
Now is listed as an adverb in the dictionary — a modifier of verbs, telling how, when, where and to what degree the action is performed. Have you ever experienced, done, thought or felt anything outside the now in this moment?
Memorial Day is a federal holiday that occurs every year on the final Monday of May.
I still have fond memories of my high school baccalaureate.
There are people out there who need Christians to get out of the way and stop trying to fix them so that they can connect with God and allow Him to work in their lives.
I read a quote once from Dwight L. Moody, a great American evangelist of the last half of the 19th century, which said, “God does nothing except in response to prayer.”
On the path we call life, there are mountaintops, and there are valleys. Then, there are pits, and those pits sometimes are dug by us, and other times, we are thrown in by someone else.
Have you ever thought about what caused the early church to decide what works should be included in the New Testament? It is a question that has been asked of me numerous times, and surprisingly enough, I often respond by saying that the books in the New Testament that we consider to be canonical came about in part through the actions of a person determined to be a heretic.
There seems to be some misunderstanding as to the difference between a spiritual gift and a natural ability.
My fondest memories of Easter are connected to yellow daffodils. I recall attending church one Easter Sunday as a child.
At the Yampa Valley Pregnancy Center, we provide classes on pregnancy, infant care and parenting.
I can’t stand the saying “It is what it is.” Who came up with it and why is it so popular? To me it seems like a cop out. Sounds like, “Well, I will just put up with it.”