Bible at Home

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…

Walking one day on the street of Virginia City, Nevada, young Samuel Clemens (known as Mark Twain) noticed a sheet of paper blowing in the breeze ahead of him. When he reached it he stopped to pick it up and found that it was a page from an account of the life of Joan of…

Unlike much of the rest of humanity, Jesus is never coy or evasive about his identity to his followers.; so, when I read about his walk to the town of Emmaus, disguised as an unrecognizable stranger to two of his own disciples, I wondered why this was so. (Luke 24:13-25) It is a unique story…

“Mimi, you know that thing that’s inside an M&M—that seed?” asked Rosie, my four year old granddaughter. “You mean the peanut inside the M&M?” “Yes! A peanut is a seed, isn’t it?” “Well, yes.” “Well, why don’t we take an M&M and plant it, and have an M&M tree in our yard?” “Because the peanut…

When Jesus told Peter “Feed My Sheep” (John 21:15-17), he was conveying and entirely new life-style to Peter. He wasn’t suggesting an avocation for his disciple, but a radical change that carried infinite implications that Peter couldn’t possibly know I advance. What Peter did know, was that Jesus, once a carpenter, called himself a “shepherd.”…