Who Are You – God’s Workmanship
A natural diamond is a rather unassuming stone when comes from the ground. It doesn’t sparkle or glitter. There is little that draws the eye to it. But place that…
Year: 2015
Who Are You? A Proclaimer
This facet of the diamond of who we are in Christ was somewhat difficult to name. In the title, I’ve used the word Proclaimers, and there is truth in that,…
Who Are You – Living Stones
In the southwest corner of Colorado are the ancient ruins of the cliff dwellers. During one of our Colorado vacations, we drove to Mesa Verde National Park in order walk…
Who Are You? God’s House
Church buildings take on many different shapes and styles. Some are magnificent pieces of architecture with carved stone walls, towers, and flying buttresses. Others are classic prairie with white siding…
Who Are You – A Fruitful Branch
About ten years ago we moved to our home in the country. Our acreage has many features. Along with our home, there is some tillable ground, a little wood…
Who Are You – The Bride
I’m not one for sitting or standing around while others shop for clothes. But there was this one day when it was actually enjoyable. It was the day our daughter…
Who Are You? Part of a Body
A few days ago (back in November of 2015) Betty and I traveled to St. Louis to welcome our newest granddaughter, Evelyn Elizabeth, and visit with Mike, Ali, Mackenzie, and…
Who Are You? Sheep
Sheep are not always the docile creatures people envision. The popular understanding is that sheep never put up a fuss and just go along with anything. Nope, try sticking a…
Who Are You? The Redeemed
There is seems to be a desire for fairness built into each one of us. It is initially born out of the selfish desire to get our due; to get…
Who Are You? A Servant
What do you do for a living? That is often one of the first questions we ask when we meet someone new. The answer to that one question provides many…
Who Are You? A Son
There is a certain family resemblance shared between me, my brother, my dad, and his brother. Get us all in the same room and there is no doubt that we…
The End of One Thing, The Beginning of Another
Metaphors break. They have their limits. Put too much weight on them and they snap like a power line in an ice storm. The problem with the guitar string metaphor…