Fighting to His Arms

Fighting to His Arms

I’m hungry and tired, my tongue parched from thirst. I can see it in the distance…an oasis…cool and green, fresh cold water to drink. Ripe fruit hangs from low branches. Next to the rushing stream, a flat rock where I can sit and dangle my feet. And next to that spot…Jesus. His hands are folded. […]

Dealing With the Peacemaking of Being a Christian

Dealing With the Peacemaking of Being a Christian

One of the things I hate the most is having to confront anyone about anything. I feel like a wimp most of the time, like people are walking on me. When I feel that way, I pray about it. Usually, God wipes the feeling from my shoulders and I figure it’s just something I have […]