“Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude…” I have heard this verse from St. Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians many times.
As I write this column, our church is in the midst of preparing for the Strawberry Festival.
I grew up in the West. Things are big there. The Grand Canyon. The majestic Half Dome in the Yosemite Valley. The Grand Tetons. The high Sierras. The depths of Crater Lake. The high peaks and bubbling cauldrons of Yellowstone National Park.
I recently celebrated an anniversary with my wife by taking her on a cruise. I thought that our boat was big, until I saw a few others that were docked in the same location.
The parable of the prodigal son is one of the favorite stories told by Jesus. This parable is one of forgiveness:
On a recent vacation, I visited the Everglades. I confess that South Florida was not on my bucket list, and the Everglades hadn’t crossed my mind as a place to visit. But we needed to be in Tampa to meet up with other family later, so we went a week early to explore.
Each year at this time there is an annual assault by some on the concept of the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.
Often times when it comes to serving God, one of the questions that people ask is “How old do you have to be?” or “How old is too old to serve God?”
In the Church, Lent is the 40 days season prior to Easter. During Lent we prepare ourselves to receive our risen Lord at Easter. During Lent we remember our mortality. We acknowledge our sinfulness. We recall our need for a savior. We repent. We turn away from the things that have separated us from God and we return to our Lord.
The reality is that many visible members of the Christian church seem to be hooked on and infatuated with whatever trend is newest and seemingly most promising.
I recently read startling statistics from a blog that referred to the percentage of young people who leave church and never come back. According to the writer, basically 70 percent of young adults who were raised in church “got out of Dodge” when given the chance.
I’m writing this in Honduras on a mission trip. Members of Grace Presbyterian Church and members of Fort Mill Rotary Club (and some friends of each group) have traveled here to build houses in the village of Santa Cruz in the Copan Valley.
Who is your best friend? A best friend is someone you share everything with. You tell them about your hopes, your problems, your joys.
It’s that time of year again.
“On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a partridge in a pear tree.”