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. Dallas Jenkins, the show's creator, director, co-writer, and executive producer, is working with the Come and See Foundation to reach one billion people by 2027. The show has already been translated into scores of languages, reaching the Guinness Wo

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

This famous ode of the late-Victorian era was composed by one of the unlikeliest poets of British literature. And yet, as a brilliant nobody struggling with a lifetime addiction to doctor-prescribed opium, Francis Thompson was, in fact, the perfect person to write this lyrical narrative. Who is better qualified to write of his own conversion than the one who is so lost that only God can find him? Now even a possible suspect as Jack the Ripper, Francis Thompson began his lif

One Sunday morning recently, this song came to mind as I opened my kitchen blinds to the glorious sun and realized that some of my dearest prayers had been answered. In a spirit of joy and victory that afternoon, I decided to look up more information about this song and its Irish composer, Robin Mark, whose music remains some of my favorite, “Days of Elijah” in particular. To my dismay and annoyance, a well-known “test” of contemporary songs had failed this one altogether w

In the famously misinterpreted Matthew 7 passage against judging (7:1), Jesus tells us not to give that which is holy unto the dogs and...