I was sitting in a ladies’ class at the recent Freed-Hardeman Lectureship. It was one of the early sessions held in the lobby of one of the dorms, and it was a little less formal than some of the other sessions.  Most of the sessions begin with a song and a prayer before the presentation begins. On this particular morning a young lady, who was a student at FHU, was leading the prayer. She began with these words, “Father, thank you for Thursday mornings…” I had never heard it expressed like that before and it made me think about my own gratitude for each day of the week and the blessings I encounter…

Well, it’s Valentine’s Day, which means love and romance are in the air. For about a month leading up to this day, you can’t walk into Wal-Mart or Target without being knocked over by the combination of red hearts and pink banners. We are (hopefully) wise enough to realize that the type of love that is most often promoted and celebrated on Valentine’s Day is more romantic and attractional. While a wonderful type of love, it is far from being the deepest love one can express to another. That love was the one the Greeks called agape, and it is the type of love we see often in the New Testament.…

Recently I was listening to a friend of mine as he was talking about growing up and imagining things while playing outside. He talked about all of the imaginary bad guys he used to defeat in his backyard. It occurred to me that this was just his style. You see, in real life he grew up to be one of the good guys. He became a Christian and he learned to care about souls and he wants to make a difference in the kingdom. It made my heart glad to see that a young boy who wanted to defeat the bad guys grew up to do that very thing in…

He was a very famous person. He was a “teen idol” very shortly after he was a teenager himself. He made – and spent – millions of dollars during his lifetime. Despite tremendous success in the entertainment industry, he filed for bankruptcy in 2015. David Cassidy was one of those people whose name was easily recognizable by millions, but who seemed to have problems forming and keeping close personal relationships. There were three failed marriages. One of his children was a daughter whose mother was none of those three wives. It appears that his life ended, at least in part, because of some of the choices he had made during his sixty-seven years. The reports I…

Last September, I turned 40 years old. I share that because of something that happened almost five full years before I was born. Considering that this week is the 45th anniversary of the Roe v. Wade decision, I have literally never lived in a time when abortion was not part of the American landscape. I do not know any other world than what might be called a “post-Roe” world. However, just because something has been around for some time does not make it right. Also, just because something has, seemingly, been impossible to eradicate does not mean we should give up the fight. Abortion is still murder, and murder is…

I have something that is bothering me and I need to get it off my chest. I am seeing a trend in our world and it is not good. Are you tired of all the politics yet? Are you tired of constant negativity and complaining? Are you tired of people being publicly vilified and cast down as soon as they do anything out of character? Are you tired of the hunting and eventual outing of every public figure who ever desires to do anything meaningful in our world? Well, I am tired. I am tired of people shouting guilt and not grace. Don’t get me wrong. Sin is sin and…

Did you ever do something as a kid just because your parents told you to do it? I remember when I was little, maybe 5 or 6, playing Tee Ball with one of the local teams in Lawrenceburg. Two words: not fun. It’s hard to remember anything I liked about my Tee Ball days besides the ice cream trips after each game. It was always hot, there were always bugs, and most of all, I had the athletic ability of the bleachers that my parents were sitting on. Why was I there, then? Because my parents wanted me to be, that’s all. In Genesis 28, Jacob had just fled from…