13All in vain I have kept my heart clean and washed my hands in innocence. 14For all day long I have been plagued, and am punished every morning. 15If I had said, "I will talk on in this way," I would have been untrue to the circle of your children.
Subscribe Now Is The Bible Just a Guidebook? Sermon Notes | Episode 5 In this episode, Pastor Matt Pearson (The Church at West Franklin) joins hosts Amy Jo Girardier and Hunter Melton to talk about best practices when it comes to reading the Bible. Plus, play along as they
By Robin G. Jordan My daily walks take me past a field in which are growing soybeans. One day I noticed that Blue morning glory flowers (Ipomoea indica) were growing among the bean stalks. I recognized their three lobed leaves as well as their trumpet-shaped flowers. They also twine around
Sometime in the first century CE in Rome, a child disgruntled over educational drudgery etched a curious graffito on the wall of his schoolroom. A delightfully executed donkey turns a millstone, grinding grain, while the accompanying inscription states with all the sarcasm this young scholar could muster, “work, little donkey,
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Cover image: “That Which Was Lost,” by Yongsung Kim, https://havenlight.com/ Do we live as though we have a powerful Savior standing next to us, fighting our battles and filling us daily with His light and joy? Or do we have to wait until His second coming for that? What?
1Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the command of God our Savior and of Christ Jesus our hope, 2To Timothy, my loyal child in the faith: Grace, mercy, and peace from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Lord. 3I urge you, as I did when I was on
When I finally got around to watching Matt Walsh’s documentary What is a Woman, I was struck with a sense of déjà vu. The experience was eerily familiar, and it took me a minute to trace the source: a memory of sitting on a Goodwill couch in a one-bedroom apartment,