How often have I forgotten to acknowledge God - the real leader of my life - and how often have I had to pay the price for my neglect?
This is the season of the cradle, not the cross, but we need the cross now. The cradle is bathed in too much light from Star and Angel. Radiant beams only hurt our eyes, which have recently become unwillingly accustomed to deepest dark. For now, we need the cover of night.
When was the last time you blessed your office?
The modern reader with modern views about gender and gender roles has much to put up with in the Bible.
I have never been a fan of those WWJD bracelets, where the initials stand for the question, "What would Jesus do?" They seem to imply that we should answer that question at every turn and that it should then influence our actions. What would Jesus do? OK, then I will do exactly the same.
May God bless all those who marry, wherever they may do so, that they will rejoice even more in love's winter than in its springtime.
History is rife with occasions when knowing Scripture by heart has made a material difference in people's lives, even saved their necks.
I have heard a lot of stories like this, from people who wear a comma pin or carry something that points to our church.
I love birthdays, probably because my mother always made sure that our birthdays were fun and festive. Our family would all dress up for dinner and, as the birthday boy, I got to determine the menu.
People have different philosophies of packing.