Prodigal Last month, I wrote about Samuel’s mother, Hannah. Today, I’d like to look at the prodigal son’s father. When you hear the word prodigal, what’s the first thing that comes to mind? Wayward? Lost?
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Prodigal Last month, I wrote about Samuel’s mother, Hannah. Today, I’d like to look at the prodigal son’s father. When you hear the word prodigal, what’s the first thing that comes to mind? Wayward? Lost?
Read moreI’ve learned the hard way never to say “never.” We’ve all said that word. And I would venture to predict most of us have found ourselves doing exactly what we said we would never do.
Read moreby Jean Wilund All That Glitters . . . I saw the glittering rock in the water and knew my life was about to take a rich, golden turn. Carrying my bright future home to Mom,
Read moreby Jean Wilund The Bad News I knew she’d be mad but I didn’t expect out of control rage from such a young child. But then again, she does take after her momma. Our daughter
Read moreWe entered a room filled with dirt and trash. Water splashed beneath our feet as we stepped over puddles in the room. Our host guided us down a long hallway leading us farther and farther
Read moreIn God we trust. Even a counterfeit knows that. But do we, do I, trust Jesus? You can easily trust God because it’s more general. “Hey you can trust Me, I made the universe. Speed
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