Batman and Jesus are Angel’s heroes. My eleven-year-old sponsored child from Mexico named them worthy of his admiration. The connection between Batman and Jesus was clear. Both are brave, strong, and help those in need. They battle evil and win. Batman and Jesus are the ultimate dynamic duo. In Ephesians 6, Paul paints a picture …
God sees and loves your loved one. They are never too far gone, too far wasted, or too far damaged. No matter the distance, circumstances, addictions, debt, or life choices, God loves the lost.
Unmerited mercy is easily recognized. It’s a blast of warm spring air after cold winter days. It blows in with a smile and lingers in the soul. It’s a loving response to a hurting world. It’s bandaging wounds and cleaning shoes. Go and do likewise.
As generosity grows in your heart, it spills out in words and deeds.
Dreams change as life changes. If Covid 19 has dashed your dreams, pause to praise God for Blessings and may you find peace in new dreams.
During the challenging weeks and months ahead, let’s pause to praise in long lines, outdoor walks, and in-home isolation.
With sanitized hands and shoes removed, I slipped on borrowed footwear before passing through the door labeled: Angels of God. A children’s center, on the outskirts of Nairobi, Kenya, cares for and houses orphans, newborn to teenage. Several couches, floor mattress, and baby swing filled the living room area. Infants Veronica, Jaydon, and James enjoyed …
We can’t help all the children but we can help some. And that feels like Jesus.
In Williamsburg, Virginia, an overhead door bell jingled. Away from the weaver, wheelwright, and wigmaker, a store offered yummy treats. Samplings of handcrafted Virginia peanuts, chocolate-covered peanuts, peanut brittle, and additional salty and sweet combinations filled The Peanut Shop. On a recent visit with my 3-year-old grandson, we approached a can of salted peanuts. Open …
Pointing at the empty plastic water bottle in my hands, the little girl spoke rapid Swahili. Smiling and apologizing with unfamiliar words to her little ears, I assured she didn’t want an empty bottle. But pointing persisted as frustration levels increased. She followed as I searched for a translator. A kind woman explained the child …