I hear the sorrow in God’s voice in this passage—not the outburst of an angry tyrant, but the heartache of a faithful and loving God whose people have turned away.
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Jesus observed the guests scrambling for the best seats at a Pharisee’s banquet.
Abraham was resting in the heat of the day—a quiet, ordinary moment—when the Lord appeared.
On our recent trip to Africa, we witnessed something that words can hardly contain.
Our partnership with Zoe Empowers in Kenya, Africa, allows us to walk alongside orphaned children and their families, not with charity alone, but with dignity and empowerment.
KJ and Kennedy love to play church. They take turns being the preacher, and I love that because even in Methodism, women were limited, and Kennedy will never know this world.
There are days when worship feels impossible—when grief sits too heavy on the chest, when the soul is too tired to lift a song, when pain silences even our prayers.
Hosea 11 gives voice to the tender, aching heart of God—a parent remembering the early years of raising a beloved child.
David’s song in Psalm 138 is a powerful declaration of wholehearted gratitude and unwavering confidence in God’s presence and promises.
“One day Jesus was praying in a certain place. When He finished, one of His disciples said to Him, ‘Lord, teach us to pray…’”