I dreamed one night that I received a guided tour through The Artist’s workshop. Again and again I might hear him remark, “Isn’t it beautiful!” And I confessed, “It is beautiful!” “That mountain over there, why was it made?” I asked. “Why, it was made for My pleasure of course.” …
At the border between Virginia and West Virginia, deep in the thickly wooded Shenandoah mountains, there is a small peak named Reddish Knob from which the entire valley can be seen. I stood atop that rock on several occasions and watched as the sun’s rays receded in rippled across the …
A friend of mine has reached his limit and I sympathize. In his words, “I have tried it that way for 25 years and now I am going to try it this way!” This way is a relationship with a person who does not know Christ. This way is the …