A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
My middle son has adopted a verse in Proverbs as his favorite. He found it on his own and when he read it, he made up his mind to memorize it. If I need it quoted I can point to him and say, “Ivan, tell us your favorite verse.” and he will recite it p…
I took the new black nylon diamond out of the back of my van hoping the wind would sustain it. Aron ran along beside me mostly disinterested in kite flying when there was a playground within sight. I wasn’t trying to test his patients but I wanted to…
Dear Seniors at MJCA,
I am a mom of a fourth grader, a second grader and a kindergartener at MJCA. Yesterday in the elementary chapel, some of you made an appearance to talk about your elementary school years and to answer questions that the young c…
Joel: As a child I remember spending countless hours playing with my cousins, Tobey and Jesse Schwartz. We had free reign on their 40 plus acre farm in southern Michigan, complete with woods and the Prairie River. I could tell you of countless stories o…
Blessed Assurance: Jesus is Mine.
I knew the words, but the assurance took some years to master. Jesus was always mine, but knowing how much I could have was a clouded sky.
Oh what a foretaste of glory divine.
Setting foot outside the door o…
Come Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount, I’m fixed upon it
Mount of Thy redee…
As long as there are feet, as long as there are back-packs, coats and karate belts, as long as all boys need to shed whatever burden they carry upon entering a building, there should be mudrooms.
Our house didn’t have one.
Special thanks to Sherri…
Exodus 20:25 “If you make an altar of stone for Me, you shall not build it of cut stones, for if you wield your tool on it, you will profane it.”
The altar of the Old Testament was a representation of worship. It was where sacrifice was made,
I held her hand for a little while. I sat beside her, hugged her a bit, kissed her cheek and let go a few tears beside her wheel chair.
I half whispered half shouted the words I needed to say. “You have been an important part of my life. You taugh…
What is more horrible than feeling unloved?
What is more awful than being ignored, ridiculed or rejected?
What is more empty than loneliness?
There is something.
I sat still today and thought. I thought about how hard it is to react rightly…