This post comes to us by permission from Dr. Michael W. Stroope’s blog: MereHope: Finding that Jesus is Enough A young female student tilts her head toward me, looks me in the eyes, and asks, “Who am I to stand before a congregation and preach, or to stand in
Travel makes us desperate for home, a place of sanctuary and wholeness. Being home reminds us, we have miles to go before we are forever home. The apocalyptic vision of the New Testament dislocates us from temporal hopes and transforms us into people who wander toward a greater vision. As
Those who love us do what is best for us, saying hard words and calling us out. And yet, these loving words travel best when escorted by grace and kindness. Loving someone means I confront, call out, and name what I see in their life. To stand by and let
At a table with a friend, time’s memories come in haste. In his eyes with a smile, fear’s tight fists ease their embrace. In his words with no guile, life’s loose ends find their place. For this life with its end, love’s sure hope rises in his face. The post
Meaningful life does not come via a powerful person we happen to know but through a weak and powerless friend who freely gives of himself. How often do we boast of the rich and powerful people we have brushed up against or met in a chance encounter? And yet, these
Saturday morning, all hope lies dead in a grave, Tomorrow stands empty, hurt captures, enslaves. Saturday noon, no faith can act, this life to save, Tomorrow stands empty, fear mounting like waves. Saturday evening, love alone points beyond the daze, Tomorrow stands empty, awaiting the lif…
Journey with me through lives, brimming with faith and fear, Discover where God dwells, encountering terror and tears. Walk with me among ruins, echoing holy voices dear. Lean with me over an edge, beckoning us ever so near.
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