Not long ago many Christians celebrated the Day of Pentecost when, according to the account in Acts 2, the Twelve were all together in one place, and suddenly, “There came a sound like the rush of a violent wind, and divided tongues of fire appeared among them. All of them were filled with t…
I was just a kid growing up off River Road south of Romney and the youngest of 16 children, all from the same set of parents and no twins, so my Mom spent much of her time having and raising children. My father never owned a piece of land in his entire 95 years and always worked as an apple-…
Yesterday, with a fair dose of exasperation, a longtime friend said to me, “But Roy, on this issue the Bible is clear...”
Every year a number of churches in Hampshire County hold a service to celebrate the faith passed down through the generations and remember those who have gone to be with the Lord over the past year.
My parents have both been gone now for some time but I still thank God for the upbringing they gave to us over the years.
To hear about another mass shooting so soon on the heels of killing 10 innocent people in Buffalo, N.Y., just tears at my soul.
I recently read a story in the Atlantic about the city of Rochester, Minn. Rochester, it seems, has a goose problem.
One of the worst things imaginable is to be watching one’s favorite television show and have it interrupted with a special news broadcast; “School shooting in Uvalde, Texas, Leaves 19 students and 2 teachers dead.”
In honor of the season, a classic “Food for Thought,” first published May 28, 2014:
Have you ever had an important trip to make, and found yourself on the wrong airplane, or the wrong bus, or driving on the wrong road?
A woman in a former appointment (United Methodist lingo for the church I was serving) brought a large bag of peaches to our door.
This was an important question Jesus asked some of His disciples one day when He was with them. Peter responded by saying that some thought He was Elijah or one of the prophets. But Jesus then brought the question closer home and asked more specifically: “Who do you say that I am?”
Today, upon a bus, I saw a very beautiful woman and wished I were as beautiful. When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle. She had one leg and wore a crutch. But as she passed, she passed a smile. Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two legs; the world is mine.
Physical distancing magnifies pandemic isolation for deaf-blind community
So what happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom, right?
The 1st time I went to Uganda in Africa on a mission trip, 4 of us traveled together. None of us had been to Africa before.
His name is David. David’s life is nothing noteworthy as noteworthiness is usually defined.
As my friend and colleague in ministry, Roy Knight, wrote last week, Easter is a season and not merely a single Sunday.
Gary and Ruth Pyles would rarely go more than a few days without knocking on a door or visiting a Bible student as part of their volunteer ministry.
“I don’t know why preachers get tired or discouraged; all they do is preach a sermon or 2 on Sunday. Anyone should be able to do that with no problem.”
Many would be surprised to know that Easter isn’t over yet. Easter is more than one day. It is a whole season unto itself.
What a great concept: Earning prizes by accumulating enough points.
An adjective is defined as a word or phrase naming an attribute, added to or grammatically related to a noun to modify or describe it.
Last Sunday we gathered to celebrate Easter Sunday, ending with a procession to the cross outside. There we decorated the cross with flowers.
It was just a 3-bedroom stick built house and I have no idea the year it was built. I would guess back at least somewhere in the ’20s or ’30s. It was a tenant house used by workers employed by one of the largest corn crop producers in the county.
This past Sunday we celebrated the greatest miracle that the earth would ever see. Jesus Christ overcame the impossible and resurrected from the dead after three days.
This week marks the last few days of the season of Lent, known as Holy Week. And as always it reminds us of much. Most of it uncomfortable and challenging.
When I was in high school, (67/68, 68/69 and 69/70) we got report cards every 6 weeks and they seemed like the longest 6 weeks ever.
Every year we are reminded of the death and resurrection of Jesus as the church takes time to celebrate the Easter season.
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Over the years, in the liturgy that Catholics celebrate on the Thursday of Holy Week, Holy Thursday, there is always the mandatum, the carrying out of the commandment to wash another’s feet, but also the celebration of the Eucharist in particular remembrance of the Last Supper.
Even within the corridors of Christianity there is a misunderstanding of the season of Lent.
Last month, as Lent began and we reviewed the temptations of Jesus as described in Luke, one phrase stood out to me.
Jesus says to His disciples in John 14:6, “I am the way the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”
Did you know? There actually are today about 1,500 shepherds in the U.S. Most come as guest workers from Chile, Mexico or Peru.
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