Life happens. Relationships break. Jobs close. Death takes. And sometimes our faith feels thin. I’ve been there—several times. I’ve lost. And lost again. I’ve been in places where the questions seem louder than the answers, and the prayers seem to fall on silent ears. How can we have thick faith? Join me, Seana Scott, a seminary trained…
We call out, but prayers seem to echo and bounce back. We think we do all the right things. We read the Bible, volunteer at church, cook chicken soup for our sick neighbor—but we still sense this echo chamber of isolation. Is God really there?
Have you ever been mocked for your faith? This Good Friday reflection reminds us of the painful ridicule Jesus endured—we are not alone.
It stings to admit when we are wrong. But Jesus showed us the beauty of humility in our need for Him when he washed the disciples feet.
Good Friday is sometimes a day overlooked by resurrection Sunday, but it is a valuable opportunity to reflect and remember. Download a Good Friday Seder experience to cultivate wonder and connection to Jesus as our Passover Lamb. It’s simple, meaningful, and for all ages.
And as we reflect on Jesus’ coming (Advent) this year, let’s also take the time to reflect on what we are still waiting for.
The good news for the Christian is not just that Jesus Christ has come. In the Advent season, we are also looking forward to his next coming—we are still people of waiting.
Do you want a low-stress holiday season for you and the loved ones in your life? Then ask these 3 questions.
Do you ever feel like no matter what you check-off in a day, you aren’t doing enough? Even if we are disciplined and focused—are we disciplined and focused on what really matters? Here’s how to know what really matters.
I spent the last couple months re-establishing habits of the soul, home, relationships, and body. I spent time treasuring the faces of my family. In this season of pause and reflection, God reminded me of a few things that might be good for you to remember as well.
The crowd hooted and whooped. Handclapping sounded like thunderous downpour. I walked across the stage and received my diploma from Dallas Theological Seminary, and it felt monumental. Spiritual. Euphoric. I was a success! I woke up the next day to tired kids complaining about going to school. The GI Joe battlefield exploded in most of our living room. The empty milk carton signaled the urgency of a Kroger run. So, how does God measure success when our schedules are full of paycheck gigs or clamoring kids—and hustling to cook tacos for dinner?