I was recently playing a game of dominos with my mother. If you're familiar with dominos, you know that once you knock one down, they all go! This brought back fond memories of seeing who could build the longest domino train between my sister and I. We took great delight in setting them all up in different patterns, and seeing if we could get . . .
I once was a tutor at an after-school program sponsored by a church in Chattanooga- E.L.E.C.T (East Lake Every Child Taught). The teacher I was assisting at the time was attempting to encourage a young girl to keep doing her work. This child was in second grade, overwhelmed by the difficulty of her spelling words. She didn't like to read, and . . .
Today, I was thinking about the purpose of a veil. We see them on beautiful brides at weddings, and we see references to the veil time and time again in both the Old and New Testament. Veils are generally used to separate, or cover, so
meone or something. When I think of a veil, I think of mystery.
As I was thinking about veils, I . . .
I recently went to a worship service called the Well of Nashville. Pastored by Carl and Leann Albrecht, it is a beautiful ministry that hungers and thirsts after the power and love of Jesus. We meet on Tuesday nights at 7 for a time of seeking the Father's heart, and to discover what He has to say.
Last night, we entered into a really precious . . .
I've been in church my whole life. And more often than not, I've noticed that we, as a collective body of Christ, complicate what it means to be the hands and feet of Jesus. We try everything: manuals, extra programs, more board meetings... All of these things are good in their own right: however, when we rely on . . .
I decided to go back and read Genesis today. We're all familiar with the story of Adam and Eve, right? Eve is tempted by the snake and is given the choice to eat the apple. Eve eats it, and encourages Adam to do the same. They become scared and hide. We've heard this story a million times.
But something struck me today as I was reading . . .