Our faith in God is like the yeast a baker kneads into dough. As the bread bakes the yeast causes the bread to rise creating a rich and delicious loaf of bread. As our faith works its way into our very being our lives become enriched and meaningful as we work to reach the least, the last and the lost.
We are the seeds that God has sown in hopes that we will thrive and produce an abundant crop. Unfortunately, the evil one has sown weeds into the soil right along with us to impede our growth. Sometimes we need to ignore the weeds knowing that their time will come.
God is the Master Gardener and we, as his assistants, are charged with weeding and feeding the soil so those looking to grow in Christ can take root and thrive producing fruit.
We are not afraid of the dark because we know Jesus is the light of the world.
God does have three basic responses to prayers. They may not be answered to your liking, but they will be answered.
The sweeping message of the Bible is not a promise that those who believe and do good will not suffer. Instead the Bible is largely a book about people who refused to let go of their faith in the face of suffering.
As United Methodists, we have an obligation to the Creator to be good stewards of his creation.
As members of God’s family, the beneficiaries of the expansion of the church through the coming of the Holy Spirit, we may have different interests and gifts, but we all have a common goal. That goal is to take affirmative action as we seek to identify and utilize the gifts God has given us, we need to make loving God and loving fellow Christians our highest motive.
Think of God as the architect who has drawn up the plans for his creation and his church here on earth. He has a vision and knows what he wants and has made Jesus his general contractor who is in charge of getting the right people lined up to do the on-site work which the Holy Spirit will supervise.
Happy Aldersgate Day. No, this isn’t the day when we celebrate the fight for independence of one country from another or the day of some great naval battle. For those of you who have been living in a bunker on some deserted island it was on May 24, 1738 that John Wesley’s heart felt strangely warm.