Men change, fashions change, conditions and circumstances change, but God never changes.

Christmas is not a myth, not a tradition, not a dream. It is a glorious reality.

Ringing assurance that we are not alone... That we are assisted and defended by a powerful and glorious order of invisible Beings.

I'm going to Heaven just like the thief on the cross who said in that last moment: 'Lord, remember me.'

Forgiveness does not come easily to us, especially when someone we have trusted betrays our trust. And yet if we do not learn to forgive, we will discover that we can never really rebuild trust.

Like Joseph storing up grain during the years of plenty to be used during the years of famine that lay ahead, may we store up the truths of God's Word in our hearts as much as possible, so that we are prepared for whatever suffering we are called upon to endure.

God's hand never slips. He never makes a mistake. His every move is for our own good and for our ultimate good.