love is an offering

“We have seen the Lord!”, the disciples proclaimed to a man who was simply not buying what they were selling. I imagine Thomas must of thought he was the voice of reason as his poor misguided friends tried to process the humiliating death of their Lord. “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe it.” Thomas professed, his arms crossed as he confronted the disciples with the cold hard truth. He demanded something they could not deliver, proof. What he “knew” about God would not allow him to entertain the thought of God dying in front of him on a cross and somehow coming back to life three days later. A week later the "gullible" disciples came back and ,of course, Thomas was with them. He was probably hoping they had time to come to their senses and deal with reality. But was he ready to cash in his reality check? Fore a locked house could not separate the Risen Savior from His belo

I was thinking this weekend about how long it's been since it rained on Planet Texas. I was thinking of the many prayers for rain. My prayers as well as the prayers of many. Then Saturday afternoon, around 2:45, the rain came down. Where was I when my prayers were fulfilled? I'm thankful to say to that I was with my kids, driving down the street on my way to an afternoon volleyball game, singing to the radio with the windows down. I'm thankful because, this time I can say, that I when God showed up, I was not involved in sin and selfishness. I'm grateful that I didn't miss it; that I didn't miss the blessing. You see, if you never prayed for rain and it finally came, chances are, you wouldn't be impressed by it. You may be relieved like the rest of us, but because there was no investment, there will be no praise or acknowledgment of God's blessing. That's a sad reality where a lot of people exist, blind to the everyday miracles that God provi

Where men are made Dad, take me where boys become men A place unknown to cowards and villains Take me where I can face my fears The place where destines are realized Where hope is faith and faith is bottomless I know men are made there I know you’ve been there before Dad, take me to the great dining hall Take me where you had your meals with Jesus Let me taste the miracle wine Show me the hall of heroes Tell me the stories of Abraham, David and James Brown Show me where your name will be engraved one day I know men are made there I know you’ve been there before