I wish you could join me for a church service in the prison I visit regularly. Together we’d experience praise that’s loud and joy that’s overflowing. We’d see worship that’s raw, transparent and vulnerable. An outside guest recently shared his testimony. “I was a stone cold drunk for 20 years.Read the Rest…
Stephanie Ackerman of Homegrown Hospitality shares her gifts with us today!
This Christmas, I studied the Nativity and found myself in the characters: I was the peasant girl on the fringe, who wondered: Dare I enter? I was the breathless shepherd, brow beaded with sweat from running. I was the sheep, bleating in the presence of a newborn King. I was Mary, treasuring the moment, with birth painsRead the Rest…
The other day, as I walked through Target, I began to notice an odor. I discreetly looked around to see where it was coming from but I couldn’t find the source of the odor. I continued shopping and the odor began to get stronger. It was very similar to thatRead the Rest…
Eight years ago, nursing a broken heart, I carried my bible and sad self across the sand of the beach up the block from my parent’s house. I plopped myself onto a towel, wrapped myself in a warm sweatshirt and read the Word Alive.
It was on that beach, in that sweatshirt, sitting on that towel that I first read these words:
“Silence is praise to you, Zion-dwelling God; And also obedience. You hear the prayer in it all.”
Psalm 65:1-2, The Message
