Pain is a soul fog. We stand in the center and see nothing beyond the swallowing haze. The roads we knew were there — that our mind knows are still there – are invisible to the heart. At the end of …
I hear it most often at Christmas, but this is no holiday carol. It is a lullaby for the blackest night — a lyric of hope for people walking in darkness, for people who cannot even imagine the dawn (Isaiah 8:20, …
You and I have no chance. Of the increase of His government and peace there shall be no end on the throne of David and over his kingdom, to establish and uphold it with justice and righteousness from this time …
