The doctor was confused. After explaining to his little patient the general details of the heart surgery she was to have the next day, she said, “And when you do my heart, you’ll find Jesus there.”
t’s Black History Month, a time when we think about a huge group of immigrants who came here — not to improve their own lives, but those of others — because they came as slaves. Watching the movie, “Twelve Years a Slave,” provoked a lot of pondering for me. One man works 12 years and gains nothing personally for his time and labor. Although he is freed at the end of his story, millions of others never were. Their entire labor went to enrich people who considered them property. For some descendants of
In the deepest part of me I know that unless repentance comes to America, we will bitterly reap what we’ve sown.
My life is richer for having known Bob Passantino. He understood people as well as arguments. When a woman became a Christian, her husband mocked her and said she was stupid because “God cannot exist.” Instead of arguing, she asked him to visit with Bob. Bob listened to his arguments for atheism, and realized the man was poorly read. He said, “There are better ways to argue for atheism. Let me help you improve your arguments.” .
In a recent letter to the editor, a writer declared he would not want to believe in a God “who threatens eternal punishment for anyone who questions the dogmas and tenets of the religion.” And if “eternal punishment” implies being tormented in an eternally burning hell, I heartily agree. Neither could I love and worship a God like that
How do we see each other? I’ve been pondering this, in view of the parable that Jesus told about the Pharisee and the tax collector, who were praying in the same place, but not together.
Oh, it’s been a busy day! How many times has the following happened to you?
When a friend asked me, “what does it mean that Jesus died for my sins?” my first impulse was to tell him, “I don’t have a clue.”
This Christmas Season there has been a fair amount of talk about timing. Many department and discount stores opened up Thanksgiving Day, saying it was because there were six fewer days between Thanksgiving and Christmas this year.
India is a large and remarkable country, but she is at the crossroads culturally, politically and economically, as her population moves to the 1 billion mark.
Just like many of my fellow baby-boomers in their early 60s, I have found that one of my greatest joys in life now comes from my relationship with my grandchildren. My wife and I dote on them at every opportunity, and we try to spoil them as often as possible.
So Jesus ... said, ‘Were there not ten cleansed? But where are the nine? Luke 17:17. The word has spread that Jesus is in town. Among all the exicted people hoping to see or receive a miracle, 10 lepers await afar off, determined to intercept Him to ask Him to heal them.
Presumption and assumption are somewhat related. They both carry the idea of taking things for granted. Most of us are masters at presuming and assuming things. Perhaps with all the changes taking place in our country — especially the spiritual decline — God is teaching us not to presume or assume anything. As our liberties continue to be stripped from us, and darkness, immorality and corruption abound, perhaps we will appreciate what we still have (and had in the past), will stand up and fight for the right.
Nearly all major religious traditions call on believers to understand and support people who lack the necessities of life. In Luke, “Let the man with two tunics share with him who has none, and let him who has food do likewise.” In Judaism, tzedakah — Hebrew for justice — is one of the three acts that gain Jews forgiveness for their sins. In Islam, sadaqa — Arabic for charity — is an obligation of every Muslim, with a directive that if a person cannot give because he has no money he must work to support himself and then give charity.
I don’t know when “dysfunctional” became an adjective routinely attached to the noun “family,” but in my years of pastoral counseling the common denominator has been a complaint that “my family is so dysfunctional.” It’s led me to wonder what a functional family might be, and does anybody actually live in one? Before we get into that, it’s important to note that there are families, and family-like groups, that are habitually self-destructive, imposing serious physical and emotional damage on one another. They are not the subject of this article.
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