What’s Wrong With Protestantism?

D.S. Warner (photo from Wikipedia) I am currently reading a book about the life and labors of D.S. Warner, a Christian preacher who was born in 1842. What is most interesting about reading such an old book, (it was first published in 1921) is that Christians in the 19th century, did not have some of …

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Who Interprets The Scriptures?

I was raised in the Roman Catholic faith, but it was a friend who took me aside one morning in the school cafeteria and told me about Jesus. I believed what I heard, acknowledged I was a sinner, repented, asked for forgiveness, confessed Christ as my Savior, and from that moment I was spiritually born …

The Afterlife: Waiting Forever In Line At A Sandwich Shop

Photo by Carmine Sevarese on Unsplash Last night I watched a program on TV about what different religions believe concerning the afterlife. Several Jewish men, one of whom was a rabbi, were interviewed while waiting in line at a deli. They were asked what they believe happens when we die. The jovial rabbi said when …

Is This All There Is?

Image by Brent Cox on Unsplash The other night I was watching a program on TV called: Expedition Unknown. Josh Gates is a guy who travels all over the world to investigate different things. In one episode, he tries to find out what happened to the ruby slippers that Judy Garland wore in the Wizard …

Are You A Lost Sheep?

Image by Pixabay For many years I had found the parables of Jesus confusing. It doesn't sound like he was talking about Christians. The language was more Jewish, rather than Church (body of Christ). It wasn't until I began to understand that Jesus always dealt with the nation of Israel under the law, that I …

A Mother’s Love

Photo by Benjamin Manley on Unsplash Last night, a young mother of three, died of breast cancer. Only in her 20's, they said she was too young to get this type of cancer. By the time they had discovered it, it was too late. The cancer had spread to her lungs. She spent Christmas in …

Always Before Dawn

I love abandoned houses. I love the stories I imagine they tell. The crinkled black and white photographs of people smiling mischievously as if they had an incredible secret about to be spilled. I love the rusted cast iron skillet mother's pride where eggs and bacon sizzled  always before dawn. The worn out easy chair …