Here I am
There is one glaring spot in the Bible where the phrase “Here I am” is shockingly absent.
There is one glaring spot in the Bible where the phrase “Here I am” is shockingly absent.
How unorthodox a path would I be willing to take to help someone who has been shut out of the presence of Jesus by “the crowd”?
God not only tolerates complaints, but practically demands them.
The book of Jude seems written by someone who has a burr under his saddle or, as William Beahm of blessed memory used to say, “a raspberry seed under his dentures.”
Jacob’s lack of response is shocking. He has no answer, no solution to the violence
I have wondered why institutions that began with the purest of motives often end up creating havoc, chaos, and evil.
The lollapalooza grand-daddy of all the off-the-wall Bible stories.
My 4-year-old nephew Simon asked, “Does God give hugs?” Yes, his mother said. Simon asked, “Do we have to wait in line?” His mother assured him that we don’t, that God can hug us all at the same time. Then Simon asked, “How big are God’s arms?”
It could be that we, too, have sought comfort from a counselor, from a doctor, or from a friend. It could be that we have resorted to books for help, to pills for peace, or even to busy schedules to forget our pain. In the end, we are hurting and we are unhealthy, still woefully in need of a touch.