The foundation

The foundation

Therefore, everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose,...

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Praying for God’s family

Praying for God’s family

I’ve been reading through Ephesians lately. It’s one of those go-to books of the Bible for me. I can easily jump into any chapter, any verse and find wisdom for the day. I think a lot of that has to do with Paul’s mission to reach the foreigner, the alien, and count all as brothers and sisters once faith had bound them together. Ephesians is one of Paul’s prison letters, written to believers in Ephesus while he was on...

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Time for God

Time for God

How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth! (Psalm 119:103) It’s been busy the last few weeks. Really busy. I knew these weeks of summer would be like this. Looking back, I am grateful that I took the time to write out a weekly schedule for the entire summer. The paper sits right next to my desktop computer, reminding me of the urgent. Deadlines are stacked one after the other, some overlapping. Originally I made the...

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While we wait

While we wait

Lately, I’ve been around a lot of people who are in transition. On the campus where I work, students are getting ready to graduate and dive into life’s next adventure. My parents, as my mom wrote about last week, are finally settling into retirement life after 50 years of ministry. A missionary colleague and his family have been booted out of Asia and the search is on for an open door of ministry. What will the future hold for all of them? We...

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Misericordia

Misericordia

I shut my eyes so that I could focus on the words while my brain did its best to translate them into English. It had been so long since I had studied Spanish — nearly 15 years. And here I was sitting through a church service conducted entirely in the language of my youth. Four American teenagers, meanwhile, sat near me as I struggled to translate the words for them. I did my best, but one word — though familiar — evaded any linguistic grasp....

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