Much to my chagrin…   Lord, I worry because I forget your wisdom, I resent because I forget your mercy, I covet because I forget your beauty, I sin because I forget your holiness, I fear because I forget your sovereignty. you always remember me

Running Time: 14m, 17s Psalms 78:9-11 The Ephraimites, armed with the bow, turned back on the day of battle. They did not keep God’s covenant, but refused to walk according to his law. They forgot his works and the wonders that he had shown them.

beautiful boy you died too young but just in time ::apparently:: it was a mercy to wrest you free from the powers that sieged your walls and stormed your gates. you’re safe now, son, from axis threat – the missiles spreading fire to your soul.

Welcome to Podcast #26!   “Psalm 23 teaches us to embrace the immensity of the adventure that takes us home. David has been there. He knows. He’s learned the twists and pitfalls, the sunny trails and the dangerous cliff edges.

If I say the word communion, what images are called up? A large table, covered with a fancy tablecloth, laden with stacked silver servers? A facing pew filled with somber looking men in black suits? All quiet and religious, except for the low droning of o

  Swing low, sweet chariot Comin’ for to carry me home… “There is a song the Jubilee singers used to sing, which begins, “swing low, sweet chariot.” I am sure I do not know what the singers mean by the expression; and so

IT IS FINISHED* Nothing, either great or small— Nothing, sinner, no; Jesus died and paid it all, Long, long ago. “It is finished!” yes, indeed, Finished, ev’ry jot; Sinner, this is all you need, Tell me, is it not? When He, from His lofty throne,

[This is from a talk I was blessed to offer to some really great (weak) Dads at 6:30 yesterday morning…] I have the distinction of being a dad though childless. I had one son and I lost him to heroin. If ever you’ve known  a weak, helpless da

Nietzsche said “if you stare into the abyss too long, the abyss stares back at you.” Today’s post features a man who stared into his own abys-mal heart and knew at once his hellish iniquities were taking hold of him. Being a politician w

  It’s post-Easter. Sunday has already come. In this new economy, we have the hope of our physical resurrection from this earth and translation to glory – in glorified bodies – to our forever homeland. Amen. Indeed, that is our “Sunday,