It’s time to light the fire!
There’s an interesting story about the great English actor, Macready. A respected preacher once asked him, “I wish you would explain something to me.”
...continue reading this devotion.There’s an interesting story about the great English actor, Macready. A respected preacher once asked him, “I wish you would explain something to me.”
...continue reading this devotion.After our very small wedding in Jerusalem, my wife and I planned to have the big ceremony she’d always dreamed of, in Havre De Grace, Maryland. Rivka had it planned it to the tee. It was an outdoor wedding next to the longest standing lighthouse on the east coast. We were going to wow our guests with an entrance by way of sailboat. Ten dancers with candles in glasses were to proceed my beautiful bride as I awaited her under our hand-crafted chuppa, lit by the sunset on the bay.
...continue reading this devotion.We continue looking at the ancient Hebrew alphabet: the modern word for “religion” is the word – “dat” – spelled in Hebrew, “dalet”- “tav”. The ancient Hebrew letter “dalet” pictures a door. And as we have previously shown, the “tav” is a covenant sign which is pictured as a simple cross. So the word “religion” in ancient Hebrew, could also be expressed as “the door of the covenant sign (a cross)”.
...continue reading this devotion.Yesterday, I shared from this same passage. But today, something even more powerful touched my heart about it — and it was so humbling, I had to share it with you too.
...continue reading this devotion.I can’t begin to tell you. So many people I’ve shared the Gospel with have answered, “Well — I don’t need that, I’m a good person.” No, we’re not. We have a tendency to compare ourselves with our neighbor, thinking how nice or how giving we are compared to him or her. But none of us are good by God’s standards. Our good works are like filthy rags, according to Isaiah.
...continue reading this devotion.The first thirty years of my life were spent in Baltimore, Maryland, and I have many fond memories there. One of these is a trail in the woods by the Patapsco River. I used to go fishing there with my dad and spent many a weekend hanging out with my friends, wading in the water.
...continue reading this devotion.There once was a girl who hated herself. You see, she had become blind in her early teens from a rare disease. Not only did she hate herself but she hated everyone else too. She was angry at the world, angry at God, angry at everyone.
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