I remember being so much younger and singing with vigor the children’s song “He’s God the Whole World In His Hands.” I was convinced that it was true and believed in a big God who knew all and was powerful enough to take care of me come what may. I …
Occasionally, I find myself brimming with the vigor of self-confidence, steeped in pride, and charged with my own self-import. I may even come to believing that I am strong enough to survive as life challenges the security of my faith. I am prone to trust, quite simply — me. With …
Because I do not believe God, because I do not search the thicket expectantly for the ram caught by its horns (Gen 22:13), because my faith is small, I do not sacrifice as I should. There is within me, within us, a nagging suspicion which makes us hesitate, makes us …