What Matters Most

And walk in love,  as Christ also has loved us and given Himself for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet-smelling aroma. ~ Ephesians 5:2 nkjv   I have a stack of folders sitting in front of me and another stack to my right on the window seat. There are notes sticking haphazardly from commentaries, multiple Bibles, scholarly books. My mind races. My heart beats exuberant. I want to learn...

Grace: the intersection between The Creator and the created

Grace is the intersection where Creator and created meet to form an intimate and holy relationship allowing the created to walk in the image of the Creator, and that in doing so the Creator’s love shines through the created bringing light to a darkened world. Faith is the hope of the created in the Creator that secures this belief: along the path, regardless of what remains unseen and whatever may lie...

Alternate States of Being: abiding in grace

Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who has promised is faithful. ~ Hebrews 10:23 (niv) I have been offered the unprovoked opinions of others as to why such a tragedy would occur in my life. One expressed notion is that I am being punished for past sins. I disagree. Through this adversity, God has provided me a true understanding of who I am and of Who He is as well as who I am in Him...

Earning Love and Forgiveness

The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, My strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised; So shall I be saved from my enemies. ~ Psalm 18:2-3 nkjv I learned some valuable lessons this week as I sat at Jesus’ feet. When I tie my worth to the misunderstood opinions of others, I lose...


If you keep on biting and devouring eat other, you will be destroyed by each other. ~ Galatians 5:15   Yesterday afternoon, I found God in a subway tunnel. Randy and I took the Metro down to Arlington to his office so he could pick up some files he needed for the weekend.  When we arrived at the Courthouse station and began to exit the train to his office, Randy grabs my hand and says to me, “There...

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