I grew up in an original homestead farmhouse in the farmlands of North Dakota. Needless to say, it had weathered a lot of storms.
David’s grief is palpable as he agonizes over this psalm; it’s the wrenching cry of an anguished heart from beginning to end.
When I’m about to ask for something, to cry or to plea for intervention, he’s ready to answer, to respond to me.
I like to think of myself as a generous and hospitable person – and I can make a five-star MealTrain.
As we mark the Sabbath during this Lenten season, take time to meditate on today’s passage.
God is in the business of restoration. In fact, salvation can be translated as the divine act of healing.
There is a tongue-in-cheek TV commercial in Canada that suggests when you live in a space long enough you stop noticing the smells in it.
Visit any middle school across Canada or the US, and you will soon see a live demonstration of the human propensity for creating in groups and out groups.