Gospel Living

38  They came to the house of the ruler of the synagogue, and Jesus saw a commotion, people weeping and wailing loudly. 39  And when he had entered, he said to them, “Why are you making a commotion and weeping? The child is not dead but sleeping.” 40  And they laughed at him. But he put them all outside and took the child’s father and mother and those who were with him and went in where the child was. 41  Taking her by the hand he said to her, “Talitha cumi,” which means, “Little girl, I say to you, arise.” 42  And immediately the girl got up and began walking (for she was twelve years of age), and they were immediately overcome with amazement. 43  And he strictly charged them that no one should know this, and told them to give her something to eat. Jesus, the disciples, and Jairus walk alone toward the house, and Jairus has been wondering what Jesus could do.  He’s with Jesus in faith that something could be done for his precious little girl, bu...

Imagine with me: what does John Lennon of the Beatles have to do with your personal relationship with Christ?  This movie is for every Christian in America.

Our culture wonders aloud what to expect in the blessed by-and-by.  Perhaps books and cartoons fill your mind with images of clouds, golden gates, harps, and St. Peter.  According to God's own revelation in Scripture, what should we anticipate seeing and doing in the hereafter? David Cleland, pastor of Cornerstone Church in Savannah, GA , preached an excellent series of sermons that answer that question. Heaven, Part 1 Heaven, Part 2 Heaven, Part 3

In memory of our son, Joshua Enoch: Your brother and your sisters shouted with glee Sighting those early glosses A little brother!  Satisfied prayers from knees bent upon running future races When peace, like a river, attendeth our way With ease, we sing our souls are well Scarlet!  Why have you appeared to us this day? Are you to announce a new farewell? Through the prayers of many, you strived and you thrived Until we thought you would survive Beat, oh, please sound, tell us our son is alive! Oh, dear heart, from us do be not rived! Dawn turns to dusk, and pains ebbing far too soon, Face so small, body so fragile, Oh, our child!  Once fettered to life in womb, rest you now in mom’s hand so careful. Our son never to know sorrow or pain’s sting We grieve, but then smile and endure. For behold!  Your joy, so wide, in heaven’s gain; God, rest us in this word made so sure. Our son grows and trusts a far better Fathe...

Truth. (HT: Justin Taylor )