Crock Pot Faith

By Brenda W. McIntyre   

I’m not much of a chef, although I have done some cooking.  When I prepare meals on a regular basis I’m pretty good at it, but the task isn’t one I enjoy.  I’m more of a fix-a-sandwich or throw-it-in-the-crock-pot kind of girl.  Crock pot meals can be healthy and the convenience meets the demands of a busy schedule.  When I place food in the ceramic pot, knowing in a few hours a mouth-watering meal will be served it reminds me of developing faith in God.

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Does Forgiven Mean Forgotten?

As one who has worked in jail/prison ministry for many years, including interviewing such notorious criminals as Charles "Tex" Watson of the Manson Family and serving as editor for the personal memoirs of David "Son of Sam" Berkowitz (both now dedicated Christians), I am concerned at the controversy over the fate of those who become believers after being convicted of a serious crime.
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Are We Just Trying Too Hard?

By Raquel Soto 

Part 1
I know the plans that I have for you, declares the LORD.  They are plans for peace and not disaster, plans to give you a future filled with hope.  Jeremiah 29:11  I was thinking about the goodness of God one day and just thanking Him for bringing me through the health issues that arose during my last pregnancy and how I was delivered of them right after my son was born this year.  I then began to recall some of His promises and thinking about how some of them have come to pass and some have not.  Did I miss something?  Had I not fasted enough?  Prayed enough?  Interceded enough?  I know that it is never God.  God never misses it.  I know that He is filled with integrity.  He watches over His Word to perform it and exalts His Word even above His name.  I have learned that I can put my complete trust in His Word.

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Vertical Hiking

By Nancy L. Burall 

Equipped with harnesses, ropes, and pulleys, the group embarked on their adventure.  With chalk for hands and sheer guts for power, they ascended.  The advanced group had one goal; to rock climb a cantilevered cliff.  Being ‘blind’ as to where to place their hands, they had to rely on the guide to call out directions and encouragement.  The climbers called this ‘vertical hiking’.

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My Hands are Full

By Courtney Rogers 

I was watching some two year olds in nursery one time at church. One of the little boys was fascinated with some toy cars. His hands were so full of toys, but there was a better toy car sitting on the floor. The little boy wanted that car so badly, but he could not grasp it. As much as he tried to grab the little car with his fingers, he couldn’t. His hands were too full. Why doesn’t he just put the other toys down?
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