Praise the LORD. Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty heavens. Praise him for his acts of power; praise him for his surpassing greatness. Praise him with the sounding of the…
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“I don’t know why I have to wear this heavy jacket,” my son complained as we sat in the car waiting for an appearance of the school bus. I glanced at the digital readout…
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She slipped in the door at the back of the sanctuary just as the choir stood up to sing the special. Nancy shook her head from the choir loft. Susan just shrugged with a…
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Jesus is back. The angels surround Him with striking radiance. The King’s entrance is grand this time, so unlike the first. His robes of scarlet and purple trimmed with gold eclipse the swaddling clothes…
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Happy Easter! I wanted to share a poem with you that was written by one of the “preacher men” in the N.O.B.T.S. prison ministry degree program. His name is Thomas. He wrote this at Christmas, and…