“This time, it’s going to stick.” I’ve declared this to myself more times than I can count. I’ve prayed it. I’ve journaled it.
As a young believer, I always seemed to have a zillion questions, the biggest one being this, “If I call myself a Christian, why do I keep sinning?”
I lay in the hospital bed looking at the bright smiley face balloon contrasting against the beige-painted walls.
Did you know the famous hymn “Amazing Grace” opens with a verse from the story of the prodigal son?
“I need you to pray for me.” A seven-word email that changed my life forever. Just moments before, I had been huddled on the floor of my studio apartment, crying, alone, and contemplating the end...
Who doesn’t love a good party? Parties are a wonderful way to celebrate an achievement. The purpose of a party is to gather people, share an experience and build a memory.
American novelist Ernest Hemingway wrote a story about a father and his teenage son. In the story, the relationship had become somewhat strained, and the teenage son ran away from home.
My parents are divorced and remarried. It’s a part of my story, and whether I like it or not, this reality affects how I encounter Jesus’ Prodigal Son parable.
There is so much I could write about this story of the prodigal son. I was a prodigal at one time and so were several of my children.