When all was dark and I was tired, Decision pressured me to cry; Tears drowned the pain inside And buried the reason why.   Then came the...

I stand at the door-- Will you open? I've been knocking through the night-- Listening, listening, On this side. ...

Like little faces nodding smiles Of sunshine, love, and peace, My morning glories beckon me To take a garden...

There must be sunlight in a land of Dreams and when the shadows fall, moonbeams.   There must be flowers in a field of grain and pathways...

That one sweet Day of Rest when my mother and I explored   Her parents’ big heirloom Bible, We had no idea what we would find, Except God’s Words in German, Gothic “S’s” like swords stabbing with Shakespearean flair, Pages brittle with age.  The first few stories of Genesis lay only half-told, pages rippled away like sand.    There was no “in the beginning,”  No record of heaven’s birth, No registry of family deaths below.  Tenderly, we searched on.  I enjoyed voici

Hagar's is such a painful story with no innocent parties. Certainly, Abram is not without blame. We have no record of him consulting...

Introduction We are commanded in Scripture to test all things, whether they are true and whether they are right.  In matters of eternal consequence, we assume nothing.  We have examined in a previous post Dallas Jenkins’ professed purposes for creating The Chosen , the show’s enormous profits and popularity, and Jenkins’ personae of a Jesus and His “chosen” admittedly different than those of the Scriptures. In our examination, we have not only raised several red flags; we h

Introduction This popular television series depicting the life of Jesus from the viewpoint of His disciples began as a small crowdfunded endeavor in 2017 but has since become a worldwide sensation with over 280 million viewers. Boasting a broad interfaith appeal, the series draws two-thirds of its viewers from Protestant, Catholic, Mormon, and even Muslim backgrounds and the remaining third from those who claim no religious affiliation at all. Dallas Jenkins, the show's cr

This three-hundred-year-old hymn written by Isaac Watts in 1707 was a staple in Sunday morning worship when I was growing up in the Free Methodist Church. It ne ver ceases to move me with conviction and holy awe. Not a hymn you can sing unless you really mean it, it makes you feel small at the foot of the Cross in exactly the way any human being should feel in the presence of Almighty God. When I survey the wondrous Cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My

Introduction: Without a doubt, the wildly popular song, "I Speak Jesus," has commanded a prominent place on the stage of modern worship music. Having never heard of it until two years ago, I now seem to hear it everywhere. Yet, despite the song's powerful instrumentation and emotional appeal, it continues to unsettle my spirit as intensely as it did the night I first heard it. Researching the context behind the lyrics, in addition to studying the lyrics themselves, has