Category: Bible

  • An Invitation to Mystery: Jesus and the Revelation of God

    An Invitation to Mystery: Jesus and the Revelation of God

    At that time Jesus said, “I praise You, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because You have hidden these things from the wise and learned and revealed them to infants. Yes, Father, because this was Your good pleasure. All things have been entrusted to Me by My Father. No one knows the Son except the…

  • The Father’s Good Pleasure: Delighting with God in the Secrets of Heaven

    The Father’s Good Pleasure: Delighting with God in the Secrets of Heaven

    At that time Jesus said, “I praise You, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because You have hidden these things from the wise and learned and revealed them to infants. Yes, Father, because this was Your good pleasure.” (Matthew 11:25-26) In this spontaneous prayer, we glimpse a rare public moment between Jesus and the Father.…

  • A Life that Lasts: Stewarding the Kingdom Now (Part 2)

    A Life that Lasts: Stewarding the Kingdom Now (Part 2)

    Then he began to denounce the cities where most of his mighty works had been done, because they did not repent. “Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the mighty works done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes. But…

  • Don’t Miss This: Stewarding the Kingdom Now (Part 1)

    Don’t Miss This: Stewarding the Kingdom Now (Part 1)

    Then he began to denounce the cities where most of his mighty works had been done, because they did not repent. “Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the mighty works done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes. But…

  • Embracing the Day of Visitation: Our Lives in the Context of the King

    Embracing the Day of Visitation: Our Lives in the Context of the King

    Then he began to denounce the cities where most of his mighty works had been done, because they did not repent. “Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the mighty works done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago in sackcloth and ashes. But…

  • Dancing to a Different Tune: The Necessity of Using Our Ears

    Dancing to a Different Tune: The Necessity of Using Our Ears

    NOTE: And we’re back! This has been quite a year, and my hiatus from weekly posting on the gospel of Matthew was much longer than I anticipated. I’m more pleased than I can say to be back at it. My deepest gratitude to all who continued to support my work during this time. You directly…

  • Lights (Letters to a Samuel Generation)

    Lights (Letters to a Samuel Generation)

    “And a light shined in the cell” And there was not any wall, And there was no dark at all, Only Thou, Immanuel. Light of Love shined in the cell, Turned to gold the iron bars Opened windows to the stars Peace stood there as sentinel. Dearest Lord, how can it be That Thou art…

  • The Face of Love (Letters to a Samuel Generation)

    The Face of Love (Letters to a Samuel Generation)

    There once lived a man whose name, earthly speaking, was Jesus. Spiritually speaking, His name was Love. Long ago, in the darkness of a distant age, Love looked far into the future. He went to His Father and said, “There is no other way. I will go to them. I will become one of them,…

  • THIS Is the Will of God (Letters to a Samuel Generation)

    THIS Is the Will of God (Letters to a Samuel Generation)

    “One act of thanksgiving made when things go wrong is worth a thousand when things go well.” – St. John of the Cross At one time or another, we all find ourselves in circumstances beyond our control. Jobs are lost and once-stable finances reach a crisis point. Illness strikes. Churches lose sight of their vision…

  • A Question of Security (Letters to a Samuel Generation)

    A Question of Security (Letters to a Samuel Generation)

    I can remember it very clearly. Laying in bed in the dark, cool hours of the morning, listening to a clock tick away the minutes and wishing that my wide eyes would go to sleep already. I remember staring up at the planks of the high, wooden ceiling and watching the desert breeze rustle the…