So here's my question. Are you ready for eternity? Are you in right relationship with Him, so that you could willingly step across that threshold of Eternity with no notice-- Are you naked before God, and unashamed?

"Why am I here?" It's a loaded question. We want to know our purpose, but we are really asking why we are in this situation.

My wife and I have been together for twenty-six years, but this is our first Thanksgiving...

So my question for you is, what's your status? 'Going it alone with your anchor dragging, or are you in safe harbor with other believers?

Sometimes, children are a symbol of God's grace and mercy... David and Bathsheba's first child together, conceived in adultery, died-- in spite of much fasting, praying and repentance. But then God did an incredibly beautiful thing as a gift for this couple. 2 Samuel 12:24-25 (MSG) tells us: "...they conceived a son. When he was born they named him Solomon. God had a special love for him, and sent word by Nathan the prophet that God wanted him named Jedidiah (God's Beloved.)"

I have been making major changes to my blog today, changing the name, buying a domain, and optimizing (hopefully) Google search. This should result in it being easier to find, and the elimination of Wix advertisements. The name has been changed from "Wait! I'm thinking!" to "God Thoughts." (I liked the original, but it made the URL too complicated.) My first choice was Quiet Thoughts, but it was too heavily used by others, so Google wasn't finding it easily. So, "God thou

It was one week into my admission into the hospital with Covid... I hadn't shaved in over a week and decided my Christmas gift to myself was to look presentable. I was kneeling at the sink with oxygen tube, trying to shave in their lukewarm water when a nurse came in. She started to fuss at me to get into bed, but took pity on me and helped me shave my head. I was utterly out of strength to lift my arms at that point, and don't think I could have finished on my own... I will

I grabbed an unknown book off my shelf on my way to the hospital with Covid. Someone had given it to me at least a decade ago, and it had sat on my shelf for years, unread. The title caught my eye, and so I stuffed it in my bag. It was With God in the Crucible: Preaching Costly Descipleship, by South African Pastor Peter Storey. I started reading that first day, and immediately burst into tears...

I lay down this afternoon to try to nap. And just like usually happens here in this hospital bed, it gets hard to breathe. It feels like my nasal passages just got restricted. It requires muscle to breathe only through my nose. Just like in the scary asthma attacks of my past. My heart rate jumps. My anxiety kicks in. I will myself to take slow steady breaths through my nose, when my mind is screaming to open my mouth and breathe! Breathe fast! Hurry! But God...