JUST OPEN THE DOOR!

08/09/08 21:49 Filed in: slice

I know a beautiful young Christian woman who is spiritually dry right now. She hates going to church. She says Sunday is the worst day of her week. She is frustrated when other believers talk about hearing God because she feels abandoned. She can’t sense His presence. Heaven is silent. Read More...

Boy was I in for a Big Surprise.

02/05/08 08:08 Filed in: slice

The women were excited but the men were tentative in the weeks leading up to the “Love and Respect” marriage conference at our church. Women buzzed around the registration table, eager to sign up, hoping we’d get our money’s worth once our husbands heard all the things they were doing wrong, smartened up, and became more like us. We had been to marriage conferences before and, typically, it was the men who needed to do most of the changing. I was smugly convinced this was going to be more-of-same. Boy was I in for a Big Surprise. Read More...

Everybody Wants to Walk on Water

06/04/08 13:18 Filed in: slice

Everybody wants to walk on water, but nobody wants to get out of the boat. Have you ever noticed that? Most of us want to experience the “wow!” with God but when He calls us to step out in faith we say “whoa!” Too risky! Can I really trust Him?
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BANK CARD BLUES

07/03/08 07:24 Filed in: slice

We’ve all heard the excuse; the dog ate my homework, right? Well how about this one? Our son incurred a rather hefty personal debt between the end of Grade 12 in June 2006 and the first paycheck from his summer job. Most of his days were spent a-straddle a riding mower on the 160-acre campus of the local Baptist seminary. Well, his ship finally came in and he crowed about how rich he was as he arrived home, paycheck waving. Always ready to rain on the parade, I reminded him of the chunk of change he owed us.
“I’ll get it to you,” he promised. Read More...

HEALTHY NEGLECT

26/02/08 11:38 Filed in: slice

Hearing the door close roughly and footsteps in the foyer, I looked up from my desk to see my 20-year-old son. He had the look of defeat written all over him – shoulders slouched, head drooped, arms slack. Every mother knows that look from years of sitting in hockey arenas or on soccer bleachers at the end of a big blowout. Your first thought is always, “How can I cheer him up? How can I explain that sometimes we win and sometimes we lose and losing makes us stronger…?” You know the drill. Read More...