Several years ago I sat in a class in which the teacher was expounding on the story of Gideon in Judges. As his talk went on, I found myself more and more perplexed with the interpretation of the story. Gideon was humble, the speaker said, that's why he didn't believe God when God called him …
Continue reading Hearing God’s Voice (Part 2 of 7): A God Who Communicates
I can't pinpoint a moment when I first started hearing God, but I know even as a young child I already heard Him. It could be that the limits imposed on me by my handicap developed a spiritual sensitivity in me. I remember when I was only six or seven years old my dad asked …
Continue reading Hearing God’s Voice (Part 1 of 7): an introduction
I decided not to do any more major blogging until I get my series on Hearing God finished. It's taking hours of time I don't have while we are trying to remodel and move into our next house. Evenings after the children are in bed or Sunday afternoons are about the only time I can sneak in a …
"Everyone thinks I am weird!" I swept the kitchen floor late that night and cried. The house was silent except for the small sounds of slumbering. I hung up my broom and restlessly moved around the living room, straightening a pillow, putting away a few forgotten pieces of laundry. I switched off the last lamp. The streetlight shone …
Know how it is sometimes when you're bustling about your work, distractedly juggling lists in your mind and trying to pull everything together to accomplish a torrent of tasks? Then amid the whirl, something pierces your spirit, and you find yourself absolutely still, pondering... That happened to me this week. We're trying to get ready to …
In Mercer Mayor's fun book There's an Alligator Under My Bed, the main character is scared and doesn't want to go to sleep, because he just knows there's an alligator lurking under his bed. He devises an elaborate scheme to escape the alligator and returns to lure it out with food he raids from the fridge. …
https://flic.kr/p/da62Wk We had in our yard a tree which lived through one season and then died, having no chance to spread its greenery upon the sky; (and its dying is both like and unlike the death of a child. She is an angel, they tell me, and happier now by far. Yes, oh yes, but--) …
About a year ago when Will and I were still driving the 75 miles back to our church in Hutchinson, I would often spend a good part of the drive reading Scripture aloud. Will would listen, and then we would talk about it. That was my favorite part of Sunday in those days--the early morning …
I’ve been procrastinating writing my series on hearing God. For various reasons. But yesterday I read this on a conservative Anabaptist blog: “The faith has been delivered once for all, Jude assures us; it needs no addition. Scripture is sufficient, it thoroughly equips a man to live and to act, Paul tells Timothy. Can God …
I have family and friends who have ventured beyond the safe confines of their Christian environments; they have edged into a world that is bigger and harder and scarier than anything they've experienced before. When a Christian sits down for food and conversation with someone of a different religion, snuggles the babies of troubled teenage mothers, plays street basketball …
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