The potluck dinner… what Baptist church could even be considered Baptist if its children didn't grow up eating food prepared by complete strangers at least once a week?
The potluck dinner… what Baptist church could even be considered Baptist if its children didn't grow up eating food prepared by complete strangers at least once a week?
I had a blind dog while I was growing up. He was a little Pomeranian about the size of an over inflated football.
It’s hard for me to believe that a year ago I was working in West Palm Beach Florida for M-Fuge
The practice of walking on water is not an ordinary routine.
How comforting it is to know that the God of this universe loves me.
“Whatever He says to you, do it.” If only more people would heed Mary’s advice.
I have to say a quick look at Titus 3: 1-2 reminds me that I am not a model of Christian perfection.
I heard a story on the radio this week where a lady referred to her current husband (# 3) as her first. She claimed that her previous two marriages were only trial runs and that you have to try spouses on until you find the one that fits. The story immediately rubbed against my Christian […]