Bonnie is a wife, mother of three grown children and Grammie to five amazing boys. She has dubbed herself a Grace Herald who will always be a teenager at heart after working with the teen and college age groups in her church for more years than she wants to admit. She says that teaching those students gave her the incredible opportunity to both grow in her understanding of scripture and to share what she learned. Bonnie has considered herself a Christian her whole life, but she did not always know about grace, and once she discovered that Good News, telling others became her greatest passion.
There’s a lot of family drama from Thanksgiving through New Years. Expectations are high. Feelings are worn on sleeves. With tensions running high, one wrong word can be like a lit match in a room with a gas leak.
A friend of mine recently expressed to me his rather unique thoughts on Narcissus. Narcissus, if you recall, saw his own reflection in the water and fell in love with it, not realizing it was his own image. Unable to leave the beauty of his reflection, he stared at it until he died.
God created Israel to be the vessel into which he would place both his Law and his Son. He gave them, first, his Law, which revealed what it was that God required. The Israelites believed that God had chosen them to demonstrate a life of obedience to his Law, but the truth, which they did not understand, was that they were specifically chosen by God to reveal to the world the reality that they could not obey.
During my recent trip to visit my daughter and her family, my son-in-law got me hooked on Leah Remini’s A&E show, Scientology and the Aftermath. Remini, who was a lifelong Scientologist, left the organization in 2013 ...
I walk in the local mall for exercise several times a week. I purposely avoid weekends and hours when the mall is likely to be crowded because, while I am not a racewalker, I do like to keep up a steady pace as opposed to stopping, starting and inching and this is difficult to achieve even when there are few people around.
I recently began seeing a chiropractor for what turned out to be a compressed disc. He took routine x-rays to facilitate his diagnosis, and on the day he was to go over the results with me, I was placed in a conference room to wait for our consultation.
People have often tended, quite wrongly, to view me as saintly. I attribute that undeserved reputation to the fact I have always had a very strong sense of the kind of person I should be. I would describe my ideal persona as one who was conscientiously obedient and loving.
Last night was one of those nights when I had an unscheduled 3:00 a.m. Life Assessment session. You know, when you innocently roll over and snuggle down under the covers, fully expecting to drift gently back to sleep; then, out of the blue, you are pelted with concerns regarding your life...
Have you ever grown despondent from trying so hard to stop behaving in certain destructive ways, but always failing? Have you ever cried out in despair, “What is wrong with me?” Our fallen human condition has made all of us subject to passions beyond our control.
Duke is my dog-in-training; although, sometimes I suspect I am actually his person-in-training. Regardless, we have both been learning a lot.