By Charlotte Gleason Recently, I read Mark’s account of the woman who poured “pure nard” (14:3) over the head of...
Sermons
What Are You Bringing?
By Dave Almack (This blog was originally published on “FaithLit”, Dave Almack’s Blog. You can find the original here.) So,...
A Summer Update
By Jane Highley Summer is not over (hardly), yet the end feels dreadfully near. The back-to-school ads have been consistent...
Boldly Unashamed of It All
By Ward Shope “…it is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be at all ashamed, but that...
Thankful for the Longing
By Debbie Shope I recently was offered an old, beat-up aluminum pitcher which I was happy to accept. My husband,...
My Chair
By Ward Shope It’s 4 o’clock on a Friday afternoon and Fae and I are closing up shop at the...
Handling the News
By Ward Shope Perhaps I shouldn’t admit this, but I rarely take a deep look at the news anymore. Much...
A Teacher’s Summer Syllabus
By Jane Highley Summer has finally arrived, and like many teachers, I am already basking in the freedom of a...
Comfortable or Flourishing
By Todd Hill When Ethan was in preschool, he was told to draw a picture of his family. He did...
Everyday Eternal – Takeaways from the Women’s Retreat
By Becca Muilenburg Full. If asked for one word to describe a typical week in our family, “full” is the...
Hospitality
by Charlotte Gleason My husband, Jamie, grew up in the type of small town depicted in countless country songs. Wildlife...
Muddy Feet
By Debbie Shope I was reading about the Exodus recently and was struck by the idea that the waters parting,...
Perfume for Jesus
By Charlotte Gleason Recently, I read Mark’s account of the woman who poured “pure nard” (14:3) over the head of...
What Are You Bringing?
By Dave Almack (This blog was originally published on “FaithLit”, Dave Almack’s Blog. You can find the original here.) So,...
A Summer Update
By Jane Highley Summer is not over (hardly), yet the end feels dreadfully near. The back-to-school ads have been consistent...
Boldly Unashamed of It All
By Ward Shope “…it is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be at all ashamed, but that...
Thankful for the Longing
By Debbie Shope I recently was offered an old, beat-up aluminum pitcher which I was happy to accept. My husband,...
My Chair
By Ward Shope It’s 4 o’clock on a Friday afternoon and Fae and I are closing up shop at the...
Handling the News
By Ward Shope Perhaps I shouldn’t admit this, but I rarely take a deep look at the news anymore. Much...
A Teacher’s Summer Syllabus
By Jane Highley Summer has finally arrived, and like many teachers, I am already basking in the freedom of a...
Comfortable or Flourishing
By Todd Hill When Ethan was in preschool, he was told to draw a picture of his family. He did...
Everyday Eternal – Takeaways from the Women’s Retreat
By Becca Muilenburg Full. If asked for one word to describe a typical week in our family, “full” is the...
Hospitality
by Charlotte Gleason My husband, Jamie, grew up in the type of small town depicted in countless country songs. Wildlife...
Muddy Feet
By Debbie Shope I was reading about the Exodus recently and was struck by the idea that the waters parting,...