J. Mark Fox
It was a typical Sunday morning at Antioch Church, many years ago. We were singing hymns and praise songs to the Lord Jesus. Many people had their eyes closed, but not my son Jesse. 572 more words
6 days, 1 hour ago
I don’t think I would be amiss by saying, “Most do not live to the capacity of their joy.” We desire it. We dream for it. 174 more words
3 weeks ago
Touching the King!
Matthew 19:14 NET … But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not try to stop them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” … 238 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago
“Hurry, Baby, we have to get out of here before the snow gets worse,” said Roger to Ashlyn as they went out the door. Sammy and I stood in the door watching them go. 308 more words
Of Colours and Discovery
I’ve been intrigued by this book. It’s like Mister God, himself, wanted me to read this at this time:
“Why was it that grown-ups insisted on talking about where heaven was? 126 more words
2 months ago
Sometimes we forget who we really are, and by doing so, we forget the adventure to which we’re called to live.
2 months, 2 weeks ago
If you have ever been around children for very long, this will make sense in the end.
A child is sitting in the floor, sad, because his paper doll is torn. 635 more words
2 months, 3 weeks ago