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?

Once I asked: Does reality have a form? I had to know! Why not consult the wisest man of all? King Solomon. “Glad you asked,” said this ancient one, “Listen as my words flow, to give reverence to your Creator, that is the beginning of wisdom.” My journey began with a promise: If you seek…

The only consolation in missing Michael is knowing the fullness of joy he is experiencing in the presence of Jesus. Michael loved Him so much and God loved me so much He let me be Michael’s wife. Thank you my Savior.

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…

From Enduring Commentary —Isaiah 42:3 A bruised reed He will not break, and smoking flax He will not quench: This is another reference to the gentle character of Jesus. A reed is a fairly fragile plant, yet if a reed is bruised, the Servant will handle it so gently that He will not break it….

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…