Lots of folks love the following scriptural account: Matthew 14:28-32 – KJV And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water. And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus. But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me. And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and caught him, and said unto him, O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt? And when they were come into the ship, the wind ceased. How many times have we faced boisterous winds in our lives and the Lord saved us? Challenges of various sorts confront us, but when we cling to Jesus, ways out are always made. We are repeatedly saved. Yes, salvation is ongoing. Day by day we experience forms of it. Immense gratitude flows for how the Lord rewards our love and faithfulness withContinue reading »

Often repeated have been the account in Matthew 14 about Peter walking on water to Jesus. When his faith wavered, Jesus was there to rescue Peter. We have all had those seasons when we needed to be saved from one thing or another. I so love that Peter had such trust in the Lord that he walked on water, albeit, briefly. Peter faltered, but it is still immensely impressive to me that he even went to the extent that he did to join Jesus on the water. The Lord continues to rescue us from our various circumstances. Gratitude flows. I love reading and hearing reports of rescues done by caring people. Strangers are often participants in rescue situations. Recently, there was a police officer who appeared on the Steve Harvey talk show. He was there to be honored for going above the call of duty. The officer responded to a traffic accident report. The woman involved experienced damage to her car that rendered it inoperable. She needed a vehicle toContinue reading »

“I don’t think it’s going to work. “ My Yoga teacher shook his head while he lit another block of incense. He stared for a moment at the statue of a serene looking Budda and then turned to me and spoke in somber tones, “You see, your path must be straight like an arrow. But your path isn’t straight. You constantly swerve from the right to the left and the other way around.” I sighed in frustration. I knew I wasn’t living up to the strict standards that the teachings of Yoga required. “Will I ever reach nirvana?” I muttered, although I feared I already knew the answer. I wasn’t going to reach it. Not in this life and not in a thousand lives to come. I was too much a man of this world. Well, I wasn’t a man, really. At the age of 20, I was still an inexperienced teenager with long hair, a house full of books on Eastern religion and a pocket full of mind-altering drugs.Continue reading »

“If there was a genie that would grant me a wish, I would wish that I could conquer death and live forever without fear.” I smiled as I heard my colleague’s secret desire for eternal life. Didn’t he know that we have such a genie that has made his wish a reality? “That’s not difficult,” I told him. “There is such a genie. He is called Jesus Christ.” “Jesus? You mean I have to go to church and be good?” “Well…no.” I prayed for wisdom. “All that Jesus really asks is that we humble ourselves and surrender our lives to Him.” He shook his head. “I don’t believe in Jesus. I believe in science.” Our human pride is a formidable enemy and humility doesn’t feel good to a selfmade man, but my heart went out to my colleague. His attitude reminded me of a Christian tract I once read, called ‘The greatest fool.’ There once lived a very sad King. The poor man hardly ever smiled and his wife wasContinue reading »

Scriptures are from the King James Bible. Our Father has loaded us with multiple benefits from His vast treasury of provisions. He gave His beloved Son, Christ, to sacrifice for our salvation. What love indeed. We’ve also been blessed with the gift of the Holy Ghost. Romans 5:5, “. . . the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.” The Holy Ghost is power. Unquestionably, we need power to forge ahead to accomplish our tasks, from the smallest to the greatest. Yep, power charges get us through our days. The Holy Ghost is a witness. Acts 5:32, “And we are his witnesses of these things; and so is also the Holy Ghost, whom God hath given to them that obey him.” How many times have we received witnesses that we’re on the right track? How many times have we received witnesses that we made wise choices? How many times have we been warned by the witness of the HolyContinue reading »

Assorted wheels churn in the vehicles of change. Start your engines. Here we go. We prefer changes that please our surfaces rather than those that unsettle our inner securities. Ugh! With those types, we sometimes express things like, “Do I have to?” We’re prone to be disappointed when uncomfortable changes violate our protected spaces. We just don’t want to go there. How many times have we resisted changes — then later been grateful for their appearances? Yeah, AFTER the facts? Life swings us in numerous directions. The outcomes often reap rewards that we didn’t anticipate or expect to be positive. Patience sure comes into play with the change formations. Changes, though, have balances weaved into them. The feel good ones come and their opposites show in due times, too. We have portions of both, which makes our journeys more bearable. The Lord never allows us to experience more than we can bear. He holds the balancing instruments and He wields them with masterful precision. Whew, what a relief it isContinue reading »

Amber and her family have moved to Evergreen Lane in Tampa, Florida. Geographically, they love it but emotionally their hearts are deeply attached to the east coast where extended family remains. Job duties called Trent, Amber’s father, to Tampa; responsibly, he answered the workplace need. In the laundry room, pony-tailed Monica, clothed in a red and white polka dot sundress, hums along with the low playing classical music on the radio. She taps her flip flop clad narrow foot to the tune of the soothing music. Smiling as she folds Trent’s assorted basketball uniform shorts, Monica thinks of his passion for the game. “That husband of mine loves his basketball nights.” Dressed snappily in her blue denim capris and tie-died tee shirt, lithe Amber enters the laundry room. “What’d you say, Mom?” She rests her three-fingered hand on the warm dryer. How’d that hand matter come to be? Amber was born minus her pinky and index fingers. Monica cheerfully answers, “Oh, I was absorbed about your dad and his basketballContinue reading »