What I can’t figure out is how to say, “My father, Anthony Davis, has cancer.” I can’t figure out how to say it because it seems so fatal, so unreal. The thoughts that haunt my waking and lying down are in need of green pastures, in need of quiet waters, …
“Rejoice in the Lord, it is no trouble for me to write this to you again and it is a safeguard for you” (Phil. 3:1). If you are like me, you need gentle reminders during the quiet moments that, to be Christian is to live the life of an alien. …
While we could bemoan the fact that God does not say more and that He does not speak more plainly, it is humbling that He has spoken at all. I rejoice that so much has been revealed and so much made clear. Standing in the mouth of the cave, Elijah …