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Why Does a Church Need Branding?
I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you
I Want To Know What Love Is
I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you
December 24, 2017
Corinthians. 9:15 “Thanks be to God for his unspeakable gift.”
Advent Blog Day 14 – Simply What?
I began this Advent Blog two weeks ago, with a paper chain filled with Bible verses and small tasks, and with the theme “Simply Christmas”. And now I ask myself…,”so how’s that workin for ya?” Simply Christmas; a more simple Christmas….??? As I type this, I can see...
I Love to Tell the Story
I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you
The Truth Will Set You Free, If It Doesn’t Kill You First
I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you
December 23, 2017
John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son….” Sacrifice
Advent Blog Day 13 Opening the Envelope
On Wednesday I woke up at what my brother-in-law calls “0 dark thirty” for a business trip to Seattle. I had plugged my computer in to make sure I had a good charge for the five hour flight, a great time for writing blogs and sermons. I tossed the charging cords into...
Handcrafted
I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you
Cathy
My name is Cathy and I have worn a lot of hats in my 33 years here on this planet. I was the Little Red Hen, in my kindergarten production of “The Little Red Hen,” a babysitter, an acolyte, lacrosse player, Captain of my Cheerleading squad. I was a college student at...
Advent Blog Day 18 – One Good Gust Away
I am in LA on business and found an unexpected California Christmas. At the breakfast bar at my hotel, I was waiting for my organic carrot-ginger juice and cappuccino (when in Rome) when a man walked in dressed in full firefighting gear. He was grabbing a cup of...
Advent Blog Day 12 – All God’s Creatures
Remember the “moon on the breast of the new fallen snow” from Monday night? A couple of hours into the snowfall my dogs start going crazy and my daughter told me to look out of the windrow. Prancing down the middle of the street in the “lustre of midday” was a...
