
Don’t Feed the Geese
It was an innocent idea. Or perhaps naïve. I’d go out to the little pond and feed the geese. My bag of bread had gone

It was an innocent idea. Or perhaps naïve. I’d go out to the little pond and feed the geese. My bag of bread had gone

You know that moment a child blurts out, “When I grow older than you, …” And everybody laughs. Because you know that isn’t possible. Well,

She made Christmas. Not created it… It’s Christ’s day. Celebrating Him and all He is. His birth, life, death, resurrection—all to open a way for

I’ve been thinking a lot about Daniel lately. The Old Testament one. Not about his strength, his steadfastness, his willingness to follow God no matter

Anyone else feeling the pressure of our new normal? As the walls seem to close in, I thought of a past lesson God showed me.

I miss you. I miss meeting with you on Sunday mornings and finding out what’s happening in your life. About your new puppy. About how


I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of bad news. So when I got an email from award-winning author Laura Denooyer asking if she

(a dramatic narration, originally presented at the Crossway Ladies’ Christmas Brunch in Bristol, WI) It was hot and dusty. Totally opposite of our current cold
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