Experiencing the Love of God

Similar Posts

  • With God All Things are Possible

    I didn’t learn to walk until I was three years old.  A doctor from India who could barely speak English realized that my middle ear was drained dry, so he started me on a medicine that took care of the problem.  That’s when I started walking.  But I still had a balance problem, which caused me to fall easily, so I lived with bangs and bruises, often covered in Band-aids. …

  • Ingratitude at its Highest

    After Mary had lived with us for a year, and she finally got ready to move into her own apartment, I asked her if we could claim her on our taxes since she didn’t file for herself.  Her response stunned me.  “I can’t allow that.  One time my personal information was stolen, and they told me to never give it out.  So I can’t give it to you.” She’s lived…

  • Is Your Mirror Cracked?

    A couple of weeks ago, as I was leaving a parking garage, I turned too quickly and smashed my driver’s side mirror when I spun it right into a concrete post.  The instant I hit it, I jammed the brakes, but it was too late.  The damage was done. For the next two weeks, as I waited for the new mirror that the car dealership ordered, my side mirror displayed…

  • Pushing Children into Hell

    Leading children to the Lord can be a unique challenge because they’re easily led – but they’re just as easily misled.  So when a youth worker asks the children in Sunday school, children’s church, or Wednesday night Bible club “Who would like to be saved,” it’s crucial that the youngsters understand the question and comprehend the gospel.  Otherwise, our children grow up thinking that they’re saved because of some type…

  • A Bright Orange Glow

    As a general rule, I’m a logical thinker and I’m not easily panicked.  But I recall a day when I did panic.  It was almost thirty years ago in Valdosta, Georgia.  Floyd was in the United States Air Force at the time, and we were stationed at Moody Air Force Base.  We lived in a mobile home trailer approximately one mile from base.  Toby was three years old, and Jamie…

  • Showers of Blessings

    There’s a hymn titled “Showers of Blessings,” and when I sing the song or think on its meaning, I visualize the blessings of God spilling down from Heaven all around, as numerable as the raindrops on a stormy day.  But what about the thunder and lightning?  No one wants the storm.  In fact, sometimes we don’t even want the rain.  We prefer our blessings on a warm and sunny day. …