Most of the time, my hope is in Jesus. Other times? The ones I hate to admit, yet still occur? I hope for Jesus.


Which means that most of the time I believe He is right with me—by my side—His Holy Spirit filling me. And then there are those “3:00-In-The-Morning-And-I’m-Going-To-Die” moments. (Ok, hours)


The hour...

“The heart has reasons of which reason knows nothing.” -Blaise Pascal


Where do we look to make sense of our lives? Our crazy, mysterious, puzzling, miraculous lives?


I was recently talking with a friend who suggested that if we could all just be more rational and logical and scientific, that our world would be...

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