I think there is something about a story that is enduring. Stories take on a life of their own.

Jesus isn't a God who stayed on the mountaintop - he's a Savior who came down and lived and worked with the people.

I've caught myself a time or two adding or embellishing. I don't think that pleases the Lord. I don't think He needs my dishonesty to convey His gospel.

We see a hearse; we think sorrow. We see a grave; we think despair. We hear of a death; we think of a loss. Not so in heaven. When heaven sees a breathless body, it sees the vacated cocoon & the liberated butterfly.

In our grandparents' generation news of an earthquake in Nepal would reach around the world some days later. In our parents' day the nightly news communicated the catastrophe. Now it's a matter of minutes. We've barely processed one crisis, and then we hear of another.

Want to learn to forgive? Then consider how you've been forgiven.

God is not a miser with his grace. Your cup may be low in cash or clout, but it is overflowing with mercy.