Daily Grins: Tell Us How You Really Feel

If you’ve followed my blog for very long, you know I love those witty signs that people sell at crafts fairs. We’ve just completed the circuit of Fall crafts fairs here in the Great Plains, and I’ve noticed a theme among the signs they’re selling this year. Perhaps it’s an extension of the “crudening” of…

Resurrection Sunday +1: When Things Got Real

It's the most important question you'll ever ask yourself. Who is Jesus of Nazareth? It's a two-thousand-year-old question, and it started with the people of Israel when Jesus lived here on earth. In those brief three years of Jesus' public ministry, God led many to quickly recognize Jesus' true identity.  When Jesus came to the…

Walking on a Sunday Afternoon (Luke 24:18-35)

Let's join in a little "holy imagination" on this Resurrection Sunday. -------------- Cleopas pounded the dust off his sandal, and looked out the window at another Sunday morning in Jerusalem. "If we have to walk home today, at least the weather's decent," he thought, as his wife Mary tied the last bundle to their donkey.…

Walking on a Sunday Afternoon (Luke 24:18-35), Part 2

So let's finish what we started in my previous post. -------------- Epiphany. That's a big word. How about "an a-ha moment?" Whatever you call it, that's what I experienced the day it dawned on me that the Old Testament was all about Jesus. All of the old stories were no longer just allegorical tales about…

Resurrection Week: On a Cross Beside Jesus (Luke 24:32-43)

I'm thankful every minute of my life that Jesus died for me on that cross.  I know that if God had chosen, he could have punished me for my sins instead of punishing Jesus.  But Christ's atoning death satisfied my sin debt, and the debt of everyone else in the world who believes in Him.  Because…

Daily Grins: What Would the Dog Say?

Like many young families, when I was growing up, we had a dog. A big dog. A 100-pound, pure bred, beautiful German Shepherd. Prettiest of that breed I’ve ever seen. He would have been the perfect childhood pet, except for one thing. The dog didn’t like me much. Oh, he was plenty protective of me,…