Morning dawns in Capernaum. It’s the Sabbath day. Devout Jews get ready for synagogue in their homes. The boys brush their hair while the girls put on their best clothing. The fathers trim their whiskers and the mothers prepare the afternoon meal. One mother, unable to rise, lies sick in bed with a fever. She […]

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On Sunday I addressed Grace Fellowship in Anniston, Alabama and used the phrase “God willing and the creek don’t rise.” I chose to use it knowing that it was a phrase of Southern origin. I always ¬†assumed it was referring to a creek, as in the shallow stream of water. After I finished my talk, […]

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I found myself hurriedly reading Bloodlines by John Piper this morning and realized that I was reading just to read. I wanted to finish the book and start another. I was not concerned about digesting the content and seeking to conform my life to the truth. I was not praying about what I was reading. […]

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