Remind Me

O, God, remind us always…

“Father in heaven! Hold not our sins up against us but hold us up against our sins, so that the thought of Thee when it wakens in our soul, and each time it wakens, should not remind us of what we have committed but of what Thou didst forgive, not of how we went astray but of how Thou didst save us!” —Soren Kierkegaard

Your day is already blessed.


Unleash It

Here I sit, recovering from a bad bout with food poisoning where the food won the first round. When your guts ache, news-watching seemed all the more painful, especially the blind and trendy attacks on the simple Good News that Jesus saves souls. But the message, simple as it is, is powerful beyond measure and in no danger of being silenced. My favorite old minister, C.H. Spurgeon, preached,

“As the sun is not blown out by the tempest, nor the moon quenched by the dew of night, so is not the gospel destroyed by the sophistries of perverse minds. Wherefore let us comfort one another with these words, ‘the word of God is not bound.’ It will be preached till doomsday.”

The Gospel isn’t going anywhere. Preach it, unleash it.


What Will You Do With Forever?

What will we do with eternity? More than we know, I’m sure. But perhaps the Apostle John gave us a clue. He ended his gospel with these words: “Jesus did many other things as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written.” My pastor put it like this:

“Throughout all Eternity the story can be told. God through the ages to come shall be revealing to us the exceeding richness of His love and His mercies towards us in Christ Jesus. It’s going to take all of eternity for you to know it all. So enough is given to get you there and then once you’re there, you’ll have plenty of time to learn the rest—throughout eternity God revealing the exceeding richness of His love and kindness towards us in Christ Jesus.” —Chuck Smith

What a time it will be.


Stunned Surprise

Several years ago a friend named “PJ” moved out of my hometown, Cool, California, for good. Before he left he handed me a plaque inscribed with a poem he meant to be about himself, but it actually spoke of me (and perhaps you, too) and God’s amazing grace. I think of PJ whenever I recite it, and smile…

I dream’t of heaven the other night, and pearly gates swung wide;
An angel with a halo bright ushered me inside.
And there to my astonishment stood folks I’d judged and labeled
As quite unfit, of little worth, and spiritually disabled.
Indignant words rose to my lips but never were set free;
For every face showed stunned surprise—not one expected me…
(Author Unknown)

I think I will see PJ again…



A Rock for Your Soul

What is a soul and why do you have one? Here’s a short answer. Enjoy. Really.