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Why does God love us? Is it because we are made in His image? Is it because His son loves us and gave his life for us? Are there more reasons? One reason draws us closer to Him throughout our lives: of all the living things in all creation, human beings are the ones who…

Whenever, as a child, I complained to my grandmother of some heinous crime that one of my sisters had committed, my grandmother would respond, “But she said she was sorry, and so we don’t speak of it again. It happened, and it is over with.” The message to me was that forgiveness is a lifestyle.…

Our Father God is quick to forget our sins when we repent. As Corrie Ten Boom once wrote, “He buries our sins in the deepest part of the ocean; and then posts a sign that reads “No Fishing!” He forgets our sins many times in our lifetimes; but there are other things that God never…

It has been said that the Hebrew people were the only ancient people who believed that time itself is “linear”; it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. All other ancient people believed that time is cyclical, exhibited in the seasons of the year, and the positions of the sun, moon, and stars. The…

There are a least three Saints Teresa in the Catholic Church. The second one, chronologically, Therese of Lisieux, France was the one chosen by Mother Teresa of Calcutta as her namesake. Therese of Lisieux was a young woman born in 1873 of a devout Catholic family, one of five sisters, all of whom became nuns.…

The painted bunting is a small bird. It looks as if it has been dipped into four different paint pots: blue, red, green and yellow, all brilliant in the sunlight, less noticeable in the shade. “Noticeable “ is an understatement , for the sight of one of these in a splash of sunlight is unforgettable.…

Shake up your faith, bring the eyes of your hearts to bear, not your human eyes. You have other ones inside, after all, which God made for you. He opened the eyes of your hearts, when He gave you faith. (St Augustine, sermon 286) One of St. Augustine’s challenges was to address his congregation on…

My grandmother could remember that as a very young child she had gone with her mother to the post office where she saw some old men setting on benches talking together. They were amputees from the Civil War, and they were talking about having seen Abraham Lincoln in their youth. My grandmother knew people who…

Picking Pears Before fire blight killed the pear tree in our front yard, the tree bore abundant, juicy pears for many years. Across the street from us was a family with three children: Lindy, the oldest, was about seven years old when they moved in, with Geoffrey five, and Michelle only three. One day when…