rote him this message on Facebook. I share my son’s words to encourage those who trod the narrow path differently from the rest of the world. Those who make difficult choices to separate you and your children from lukewarm friendships and inconsistent fellowship. Those who wonder if what you’re doing is the best thing for your children when others say it’s not. Those of you who should never give up, never surrender. Though the words my son wrote have nothing to do with me, these arrows born in my youth have blessed me double today.
Pre-Israel Thoughts – January 27, 2014
Several weeks ago I was visiting a old friend, a woman who has known me since before I met my husband over 30 years ago. As I was leaving her home, she hugged me and said, “Have a wonderful trip. You’re going to the Promised Land!” The Promised Land. Those words sounded so different coming…
Christmas is Not My Holiday & They’re Just Fine
Christmas is not our holiday. It just isn’t. It hasn’t been for over 30 years. It’s just that simple. Every year when one of my adult children says to someone who celebrates Christmas that they don’t, they are invariably asked, “How has that affected you?” making them feel like they have been deprived of something grandiose or that their parents are mean green ogres.
Christmas Myths and Idols
Those who say, “God knows our hearts,” should be well aware that He does know our hearts and He knows when our hearts are behaving in ignorance or rebellion. We have no excuse. “God knows our hearts,” should bring ‘fear to our hearts’ because as the prophet Jeremiah says, “The heart is more deceitful than anything else and mortally sick. Who can fathom it?” (Jeremiah 17:9).