Tag: fellowship
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Truth in Love, Rough Edges and All
Yesterday I was intrigued by Rainer’s post, over at The Devotional Guy, I Don’t Gently Love People to Hell. His point was, he doesn’t sugar coat the gospel to tickle folks ears–especially when they’re deconstructing and questioning their faith. Jesus didn’t gently love people to hell, either. He spoke the truth in love–even when it…
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Too Little and Too Much
Sow for yourselves righteousness, reap the fruit of unfailing love, and break up your unplowed ground; for it is time to seek the Lord, until He comes and showers righteousness on you. Hosea 10:12 As I passed through the empty hospital lobby, an abandoned television blasted a medical infomercial touting the benefits of cosmetic surgery.…
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The Answer to a Forty Year Question
Bobby and I were good friends back in middle school. We were early morning running buddies and partners in teenage boy pranks. At some point, he suddenly moved away and I never saw him again. Fast forward forty-something years later, I attended his uncle’s funeral—a man who was a mentor to us both. Someone told…
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Creating Sparks of Love Across Generations
Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us, and his love is made complete in us. 1 John 4:11-12 (NIV) My wife and I sang in a recent choir concert where the oldest…
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Little Lamb, Big Herd | Short Story
He arrived unexpected, one summer day on the Rocky Mountain ranch. The owner was watching her herd of Highland cattle, grazing contently in the pasture, when a commotion caught her attention: two cream colored calves were butting heads. This wasn’t uncommon, but what happened next was a surprise. A couple of mama cows charged in…
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Telling Ourselves the Truth
The brawny woman behind the ice cream counter slammed the scoop into a tub of butter brickle so hard it rattled the glass. Clearly discontent, she never looked up at my teenage brother and me–not even to hand us our double-dip cones. That’s when my older sibling, rarely hesitant, asked the most daring question: Maam,…
