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WAITING FOR THE MOMENT
Reflections on Revelation I cringed as I tightened the straps that would hold the brace securely around my body for the night. Several weeks earlier, a doctor had detected the curve in my spine that identified me as a teen with scoliosis. Every night for the next year, I would wear a special brace that…
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FROM: Anonymous
Reflections on Jude Jude exhorts believers in Jesus to have “more and more mercy, peace, and love” (Jude 2). He ends his letter with some practical advice on what this characterization should look like (Jude 20–22). But what else should we be doing? When I cradled my first paycheck at age 16, I recognized the…
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HE HEARS
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THE INTANGIBLE GOD
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PREPARED FOR ACTION
Reflections on 2 Peter In his second letter, Peter acts as a personal trainer. He writes both his letters “as reminders to stimulate [believers] to wholesome thinking” (2 Pet 3:1 NIV). His wants his audience “to recall the words spoken in the past by the holy prophets and the command given by our Lord and…
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WALKING WHILE WOUNDED ISN’T SUPPOSED TO BE EASY
Reflections on 1 Peter It’s been nearly a year since my wife and I experienced the heartbreaking loss of an unborn child. I don’t pretend to know why it happened—only that it did. A person in pain will do nearly anything for relief. I thought my spiritual understanding and the educational pedigree I was working…
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CHOOSING A PATH
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DISCIPLINE
Reflections on Hebrews I spent a significant portion of my teenage years looking after other people’s children. I quickly discovered that the easiest way to end bickering and prompt students to do their homework was to give the kids whatever they wanted. I turned in my discipline card after a vegetable showdown with a 7-year-old…
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WHEN FRIENDS ARE NOT FRIENDS FOREVER
Reflections on Philemon I grew up as a peace-loving middle child. Although raised in a relatively peaceful household, I still worked to resolve conflicts between siblings—and sometimes even parents. But when I found myself playing the role of “bridge” between two spatting friends, I was at a loss. I wasn’t their mother or their middle…