For many years I had seen the signs that proclaimed JESUS SAVES—without a clue as to what that meant. It seemed like a sign that was put up for all the desperate people who needed some saving. Until thirty-two years ago, when I called out to Jesus to save me, and He amazingly and graciously…

What do you celebrate? Christmas or Hanukkah?  What do you call yourself? a Jew or a Christian? These are questions I’ve been asked many times over, ever since I heard Jesus call me by name.  I’d like to think the meaningful answer is to ask: Who do you say Jesus is?

One day I overheard a friend advise a young woman locked in prison that “Your past does not define you”. Her words made me recall the day I was sure I had found the definition of who I was. A punching bag, a convenient target, a scapegoat. You have pent-up anger, need to get out…

Reaching my 70’s, reflection seems to have become my “hobby.” Looking back at every thoughtless and selfish act, I think “Did I really do that?” Yet Jesus . . . He brings beauty where ashes were, where mourning was, He brings humbling thankfulness, and a love that touches us where only He could, and where…

Do I separate longing for Abba from longing for Jesus? I’ve always somewhat done that. This morning in reading Roman’s 8:15, i rejoiced that I could call out to Abba and I did experience His embrace. Silly I know, but then I thought, no I love Jesus more. Jesus has been the One with whom…