I remember in one of the churches I ministered in Mexico, I had the opportunity to meet many people.
I remember in one of the churches I ministered in Mexico, I had the opportunity to meet many people.
A Gentile man named Cornelius who was a Roman soldier. Somehow, he came to know God and is now being prepared to be used to give a message.
Not everyone described in Matthew as a disciple or follower of Jesus is necessarily one of His chosen twelve.
And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.”
The people of that time were astonished at what Jesus did and spoke.
I remember nights at home when I was a kid. Whether I was lying down, playing, or watching TV. Upon hearing dad’s truck pull up to the house, I would immediately stop what I was doing and wait for dad to come in to greet him, hug him and ask him if we were going to do anything that night.
When I lived and ministered in Mexico, we lived in the parsonage that was built on top of the temple.
There are many stories and experiences that we could tell or discuss about what happens in this passage. But the main point or focus is not the demons or the bad spirits. No!
I remember my father as a very active person in prayer and it was something he practiced daily, mostly morning and evening.
Father Barry Foster, a priest in Dublin, Ireland, parked his car on a rather steep slope close to his church. His little cairn terrier was lying on the rear seat and could not be seen by anyone outside the vehicle. Father Foster got out of the car and turned to lock the door with his usual parting command to the dog. “Stay!” he ordered loudly, to an apparently empty car. “Stay!”