Growing up I remember always going to Christmas Eve service. It was one of our traditions. At Christmas Eve service the final candle was lit in the wreath. The final candle is the Christ candle. This candle was lit in celebration that Christ has come. The final candle was the white candle in the middle.
Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:18-19 Recently I heard this verse while I was listening to Beth Moore’s book Chasing
Recently I started reading Draw The Circle by Mark Batterson and today I read something that struck me. You see this book is a 40-day prayer journey, so each day has a different title. Today the topic was “Crazy Faith.” Today as I read this chapter on Crazy Faith I began to think about the
At Christmas time one of the most familiar songs is “Joy to the World.” Week 3 of advent, the third candle is lit to symbolize the joy that comes with this season. We as a society love the concept of joy at Christmas, however we quickly forget this and lose our joy in the midst
Today in churches all over the world, the second advent candle is lit. the candle will be lit and there will a call and response read. For me, there is something special about remembering the faith of those waiting for the coming Messiah. Growing up I did not understand or appreciate the significance of Advent.
This morning in my reading I was struck by this section of Romans. I was reminded that the gifts we have come from God and we are given them for a purpose. While I was in Congo I served in whatever way I was asked. Even though in my mind I thought that it was
In a couple of hours we will be getting on our flights heading back to California. It seems almost surreal that our time here is ending and we are entering back into our normal lives. When we crossed from Congo into Rwanda we saw such a stark difference. In Rwanda the power was consistent and
Waking up this morning in Congo, I woke up with a sense of wonder. We are really here in Congo! And I know that God has many things in store. As I pondered the day and began to be filled with anticipation, the power in the hotel room went out and I was reminded of
Palm Sunday starts Holy Week for Christians. The triumph of His entry into Jerusalem, with next Sunday being Easter which celebrates the triumphal victory over death and the grave. One thing I love about Palm Sunday is that a lot of churches have the kids come in and sing and wave the palm branches. For
As a child, I remember singing a song that the chorus went like this ” Here I am, Lord. Is it I, Lord? I have heard you calling in the night. I will go, Lord, if you lead me. I will hold your people in my heart.” This chorus, spoke to my heart then, and it still speaks to