The four children raced up the stairs, and then they saw him. “It’s Daddy,” they screamed as they ran to wrap their arms around his legs. “Daddy’s here.” It’s often the little things dads do that make the biggest difference. In this case, Dad showed up for church to join his wife and children. That …
“For the final time, NIGHT,” my mom used to admonish me as a boy when for what she called “the umpteenth time,” she would plead, “Would you just go to sleep?” Getting me to sleep must have been a long order for Mom. Often, Dad would be brought in like the relief pitcher in a …
“She’s homesick,” they said, as they handed me their cell phone. “Would you pray for her?” Listening to the sniffles through the phone, I could identify with her, one of our church’s recent graduates, in her first week at college. It’s not a matter of immaturity. Indeed, the young lady is, in my opinion, one …
“I’m putting the car keys in my suitcase” I announced to Lori. “That way, I’ll be sure not to leave them somewhere during all our travels. Wouldn’t it be awful to get back to the airport in the middle of the night and not have our car keys? But don’t let me forget to take …
A pastor asked a little boy if he said his prayers at night. “Yes sir,” the boy replied. “And do you say prayers in the morning, too?” the pastor continued. “No sir,” the boy answered. “I ain’t scared in the daytime.” Fear can certainly move us to pray, although I should hasten to add, prayer …