I was not the first person to hide from God, and I didn’t know that my hiding place was darkened…
Lazarus was listening for Jesus long before he died. He would hear his friend’s voice on the road of an afternoon and rush to find his sisters.
“Martha, bring the good olives. Mary, set out your finest cheese. I will get the water to wash his feet.”
He listened for the voice on his sickbed, his deathbed, and in the tomb, he listened.
It’s been several months since my last church bag post. One of my children has started exhibiting strong sensory needs…
I’ve been a Christian for nearly 40 years. Most of the big sins have been chipped off my character: my…