Pastor Bo: Prayer and fasting for society’s diseased heart
The alarm clock went off way too early this morning, 3:30 to be exact.
The alarm clock went off way too early this morning, 3:30 to be exact.
Scripture lists many spiritual gifts, from the rarely noticed to the consistently overemphasized.
It has long been my contention that times of relative ease and prosperity for some reason tend to produce a thick fog of confusion and societal chaos.

I am sitting down to write this.
The person staring back at me from the mirror in a back room of the church was clearly disturbed; the orange eyebrows, pale white face and wild-eyed look clearly testified to his eccentricity.

I suppose most people are aware that our country has what could be described as "monumental issues" right now. That is to say that there is a societal upheaval centered on old Confederate monuments.

Her voice filled the air with a lovely strength. It was a song I had not heard for a while, an old song, and one full of memories:
Cold, the water was amazingly cold. I had remembered it as such, but even with those preparatory memories, I still struggled for a moment to catch my breath. It was a recent day in which I got to have some of that precious stuff called "family time."
Some years ago my wife and I tried a new thing for us. We bought an old house in foreclosure and renovated it to sell it. We took what was rundown and ugly and made it like new again.

I knew that calling 911 would be pointless. How would I ever explain that, while minding my own business cutting the front lawn, my oldest daughter assaulted me with a cheese stick? And besides, even if I had wanted to, I was laughing too hard to speak clearly.