Category Archives: Psalms

As I have been taking my Sunday School class through Galatians, a repeated theme is that our salvation is not just an historical event. It’s not something that happened when we “prayed the prayer” and now we can move on … Continue reading →

There was something about the great city that primed the pump for great thoughts. Something about the structures that stimulated the imagination. Something about the activities that reached into the depths of remembrance. God’s people . . . coming to … Continue reading →

I don’t know if David had a problem with depression the way we think about it today . . . but you don’t have to read very far in the psalms before noticing that David knew what it was to … Continue reading →

Most often, when I think about the “surgery” God has done through the dynamics of salvation, I think about what God’s done to the heart. Through Ezekiel, we’re told that, through the regenerating work of salvation, God performs a heart … Continue reading →

Some things just go together. If you come upon one, you expect to find the other. Salt and pepper . . . a fork and a knife . . . thunder and lightning . . . macaroni and cheese . … Continue reading →

One of the things I do when I’m reading Scripture is to be on the look out for me. Well . . . not actually “me” . . . but references to the people of God. The thinking is that … Continue reading →

Mine is a pretty conservative ecclesiastical background. When it pleased God to give me eyes to see and a heart to respond, He planted me within a “Be still and know that I am God” type of fellowship. Ours was … Continue reading →

If you had one wish, what would you wish for? I’m guessing that at some point in everyone’s life that question has been asked in one manner or another. The most trite of answers sounds something like, “If I had … Continue reading →

There’s something about gathering with the people of God and lifting our voices in praising God that invites the presence of God. A bit of our experience yesterday at LTCC. There are no formulas which make some Sundays a little … Continue reading →

Reading Psalm 22 invariably takes you to the cross. It is the experience of Jesus’ last hours foretold centuries earlier by David. Most often, I read the psalm and find myself entering into the suffering of Messiah as I read … Continue reading →