Bible at Home

Feed My Sheep Jacob said, “Behold, the sun is still high. It is not time for the flocks to be gathered. Water the sheep and take them back to pasture.” “We can’t,” they replied, “until all the flocks are gathered and the stone has been rolled away from the mouth of the well. Then we…

Growing up reading or listening to fairy stories, I was attracted mostly to stories of poor shoemakers who fell asleep at their bench and and woke up in the morning to find that elves or fairies or an angel had come in the night and completed the work, to their very great joy, and prosperity.…

To have an albatross tied around your neck means walking through life with a heavy burden impeding your movement and very freedom. It’s an expression that comes from sailors who witnessed the albatrosses when at sea and saw their very large size and remarkable ten-to-twelve foot wingspan. They noticed, too, that the birds fly for…

Holly is the name of my younger, though not youngest sister. We are quite close in age, and in growing up she has been an inspiration in many ways. When Holly was a young mother of three toddlers, and living in New Jersey, her husband Tom took a good job in Illinois and they arranged…

I lift up my eyes to the hills—from where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. ( Psalm 121 : 1&2) I once thought that this psalm meant that God lived in the mountains somehow, and that being near those, a person would be nearer to…

One Love Once I picked up a child and took him to our children’s home, gave him a bath, clean clothes, and everything, but after a day the child ran away. He was found again by some body, but again he ran away. Then I said to the sisters, “Please follow that child. One of…

Denny was a boy my age who lived down the street from us and who came to play on our swings and our sandbox. I looked forward to his visits until they became less and less frequent, and I saw him in my brother’s room talking about his comics. A long time later I asked…

The pumpkins testify that the season of celebration is near. Autumn is the waiting room for Halloween, Thanksgiving, Advent, Hanukkah, and Christmas. It’s the stirring to prepare, to contact relatives, to make plans, and to stockpile supplies for gatherings. It’s the gatherings that really matter, for it’s in gatherings that we come face to face…

The very first foster child who came to live with us was a five year old girl who had come from a shelter after being taken from her mother and her mother’s boyfriend. Victoria and I walked upstairs to her room and she turned to me and said, “Is this where the good people live?”…

Joan of Arc was only about 12 years old, a big help to her mother in their home in Domremy, France, and a help to her father watching their sheep. At that young age Joan began to hear voices talking to her about God and how to please Him. Between twelve and seventeen Joan experienced…