Today’s Verse – 2 Peter 1:4
He has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature and escape the corruption in the world caused by evil desires. —2 Peter 1:4 Thoughts on Today’s Verse… God made us to be like him in character and compassion. We are called to participate in the divine nature and are assured that we will be made ready to become like him when Jesus comes, and we see him as he is (1 John 3:1-2). Everything in our world is subject to corruption and decay. Even though our bodies are destined to decay, the living part of us will not because we are united with Jesus and awaiting the glory that will be revealed in us (Romans 8:18-23; Colossians 3:1-4). Our response to these “very great and precious promises” is to follow Jesus as our Savior and LORD, wholeheartedly. My Prayer… Almighty God, my Everlasting Fortress, thank you for giving me your great and precious promises. I long to know you more fully, and to see your face one day in glory. Please protect me and my heart from corruption as I wait in eager expectation of that day. In all love and appreciation, I pray this in the name of Jesus, the One who made me yours. Amen. All scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION. © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House.
What They See Is What You Really Love
What do you really love? I had been down with a really bad cold for a couple of days and our grandson came for a visit. I stayed in bed most of the time he was there and tried to stay away from him so as not to pass it on to him. Inevitably though, he would sneak into the bedroom when no one was watching and check up on his playmate (grandpa). Once he came in and put his hand on my forehead and said, “Grandpa, I think you have a temperature.” Several times during his stay he would just come in and pat me or hug my leg and leave, not saying anything because he was told not to disturb me. Now, of course, we think he is a special little guy; but you have to reflect on how he learned to show his concern in those ways. Of course he learned it through the example of his parents and other caring adults that surround him. The scripture speaks of bringing up our children in the way they should go and we tend to think of pointing that to the technical obedience to God’s laws. But, doesn’t it apply just as well to the social skills needed in life? Those things that might be termed the “one to another” side of our life – you know what that is, don’t you? It’s the everyday living with other people you touch in your life. One of the problems we see in the world around us is that far too many people try to separate “everyday life” from “Sunday life.” They want to separate their relationship with God from their relationship to others. Many folks have the whole relationship thing backwards. They think if they look real good “going to church” that will impress other people and they will want to go with them. Jesus said, “In the same way, let your good deeds shine out for all to see, so that everyone will praise your heavenly Father.” (Matthew 5:16 NLT) If you want to show someone how much you love God, then first show them how much you love people. Sometimes all it takes is a pat on the back, maybe a little hug or a few kind words to show that you care for someone else. If I were going to make a real loose modern translation of Matthew 5:16, it would be something like this: “Be careful what you do around other people, because what they see tells them what you really love and how important God really is to you!” I have no doubts at all how much our grandson loves me! Not because he is continuously proclaiming “I love you,” but because he shows his love by his concern for me in his actions everyday. Stop and think about your life and ask yourself, “If I were someone else looking at me, what would I think I loved the most?” If God doesn’t show through, then just perhaps something is lacking in that one relationship that really matters. Could it be that you fall into the “Sunday only” relationship to God? About the author: Russ Lawson is a former missionary to Africa and minister in Ohio. He now works with World Christian Literature Outreach and writes a weekly email devotional, Messages from the Heart. For more information about Russ, click here.
The Art of Kindergarten Identity
How special are you and why? One of the best things about kindergarten is the artwork. I love our daughter’s teacher this year. Every Monday she gives the students a blank sheet of paper to write what they did over the weekend and draw a picture. I treasure these and have kept each one. Last week, my daughter brought home one of these sheets with the header, “I am special because …” The kids each wrote why they are special and then drew a picture. I imagine her friend Lola just might have written something about her beauty queen trophies. Many probably wrote words about playing baseball, being a good singer, dancer or whatever else might pop into a 5-year-old’s mind. My daughter’s paper says, “I am special because … I AM MYSelf” (Caps hers). There is a picture of a sweet little girl with pink hair, pink lips, a pink triangle for a dress, and of course, pink pumps. I am very thankful that she knows she is special just being herself! I wonder what happens along the way that causes us to lose the carefree security of childhood. How many of us as adults would answer that we are valued “just because I’m me”? As parents, we treasure our children for the simple fact that they were born and placed into our lives through love. There is nothing they can do to make us care for them any more or any less – we just love them because they’re them! But in the “real world” of adults, things are different. We are a performance-based society. You’re either in or you’re out. You may be here today and gone tomorrow if your company stock prices drop, your team loses one too many games, or Simon Cowell just doesn’t like the way your hair looks today. We tend to value who we are based on what we do – and by how successful we are or we are not. Most of the time when we meet new people, one of the first things we ask each other is, “What do you do?” It is natural to ask these questions. Conversing about our careers can offer opportunities to find common ground. It is important, however, to distinguish what we do – and how successfully we do it – from who we are. We are God’s children with whom He desires to have an intimate relationship. He loves us just because we are His. Actually, He is crazy about us! He would have to be to give up His beloved Jesus to literally go through hell just so we can be together with Him in glory. Taking this a step further, I wonder what we tend to value about God. Do we love Him because of what He does for us or do we love Him just because of who He is? The difference is subtle, but also huge. God does so much for us. Salvation through Jesus is an unfathomable gift. And the list goes on of the blessings God pours over us. It is easy to love God the way we might have loved Santa Claus as a kid – to see Him as a larger-than-life, but rather distant figure that we can almost reach out and touch, but never really grasp. After all, there is something inside each of us that tells us we must do something to pay for all these lavish gifts. And deep down, we know we have nothing to offer that can even come close. Can it really be true that all He asks of us is our hearts? Does He really just want us to love Him because He’s Him? As we grow into deeper relationship with our Father and let Him steal our hearts, we begin to simply rest in who He is. And that is where we find our true identity. We abide in Him as He abides in us. And we come to realize that “I am special because … I’m with Him!” Not even a sparrow, worth only half a penny, can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to him than a whole flock of sparrows (Matthew 10:29-31 NLT). About the author: Amy Grant lives with her family in Lebanon, TN, where she serves with the College Hills Church of Christ. She is amazed by grace, and she hopes to extend the same kind of grace to others that has been lavished on her. Amy enjoys writing about this grace in her blog, Growing Closer.
Today’s Verse – Deuteronomy 7:9
The Lord your God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commands. —Deuteronomy 7:9 Thoughts on Today’s Verse… God is faithful to his promises and his people. He fulfilled every promise with a great “Amen!” in Jesus Christ (2 Corinthians 1:18-20). His covenant is far more than a set of agreements between a god and his people. God’s covenant with us is a covenant of love. He will not forsake us or abandon us (Hebrews 13:5-6; Romans 8:32-39). He will treat us better than we deserve, just as a loving parent treats a rebellious child better than she or he deserves. We must tune our hearts to beat in honor of God as our God. We must not treat him as a good luck charm, a bellhop to bring us our every wish, or our weekly guest we occasionally invite to visit in the margins of our otherwise busy lives. What we do must be done with an awareness and intention that what we have done has been done before him, to honor him! As we do these things, God is faithful. He will uphold his covenant to love us, forgive us, restore us, and empower us until he brings us home to be with him. My Prayer… Faithful God, thank you for loving me so sacrificially and steadfastly. Thank you for keeping your promises to the Israelites and for bringing Jesus just as you promised. I trust your promise to send him back to bring me home to you. Until then, please receive the deeds and words of this day as my thanks to you for your covenant of love with me and those who love Jesus. In the name of Jesus, your gift of love, I pray. Amen. All scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION. © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House.
11 Mar 2026
One of the things that has lead to many divisions in the body of Christ is the personal interpretation of the bible. This can be influenced by culture, ignorance, selfish motives, etc. Many stand under the banner of Christianity but practise things that go against what God wants. Conviction is a powerful force, but based on wrong understanding, it can destroy life. Acts 14:8-28.
10 Mar 2026
There are also instances where the Lord disciplines us in order to remind us who we are and whom we belong to. It is uncomfortable and not something one would want to experience often. But it is to correct us and prevent us from falling further away from Him. May we heed the correction and turn back to Him. Hebrews 12:4-13.
The Old Home Place
Can we ever really go home again? Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,Who never to himself hath said,“This is my own, my native land!” Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d,As home his footsteps he hath turn’d,From wandering on a foreign strand!Sir Walter Scott May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy. (Psalm 137:6) My great grandfather Per Erik Anderson came from Sweden in the 1870s. My great, great grandfather, a Swedish “land-owner,” disinherited Per Erik because Per would not give up his romance with a “peasant girl,” the milkmaid, Carolina. So Per Erik found himself land-less and homeless in Sweden. And when he heard rumors of free land in America, he headed alone across a wide ocean – looking for a new homeland – eventually bringing his Carolina and their two young children to Wisconsin. One of these children was my Grandpa Eric, just five years old when he left Sweden. HOMESTEADERS By the time he was grown, my Grandpa Erik, also infected with “wander lust,” began dreaming of his own land. In 1913 after my grandmother, Anna, had died of the flu soon after the birth of her fifth child, Grandpa Eric took his young family and migrated northwest to Saskatchewan, Canada, to look for land of his own. My father was just a lad of eight that year – when my Grandfather began his homestead on the virgin Canadian prairies. Moving. Searching. Longing. In time, both Grandpa Eric and Dad called it “the home place.” Later I would too. When my Mom and Dad married, they began their life together on the land homesteaded by my paternal grandfather, Eric. CHILDHOOD HOME During my childhood years, I felt that land would be my home forever. I roamed that homestead; explored every square yard of it. Every “coulee” and every hill. Knew which Choke Cherry bushes yielded the sweetest fruit. The draw where the most colorful crocuses exploded from the soil each spring. I could take you to the exact wrinkle in the prairie hillside which hid the coyote pup-birthing den. And the best spots to snare jack rabbits. And the brush patch where hawks nested year after year. Often, I would stand on “the big hill” a mile southwest of our house looking over “our land.” Dark winter evenings, I followed Dad to the barn, carrying the lantern as the hard cold snow crunched under our feet. Dad would point to the glistening crystals at the edges of that pool of lantern glow and say, “Look – we are rich. God has covered our land with diamonds.” LEAVING Although my Father tended his land for more than thirty years, in retrospect I wonder if he ever felt completely at home there. Dad loved that land all right, but it was not a permanent dwelling place to him. He held it lightly and for only a short few decades, then left that land, and moved on to different things. I also left that land – way too young. When I was fourteen years of age, since there was no high school near our homestead place, the folks sent me away to a boarding school. I have never really lived “at home” since then. The day I left, Dad drove me and my scuffed old cardboard suitcase twelve dirt road miles to the little village of McCord to catch the east bound morning train. He set the case on the platform then stood quietly and looked at me a long time. He shook my hand. Then cleared his throat. Then he squeezed my shoulders with a hug. Then shook my hand again. He kept repeating this and blinking back tears, his twitching lips unable to form words. Finally, Dad spoke huskily and abruptly, “Be strong son. And… and remember who you are.” Then turned on his heel and strode resolutely to the car. As the train pulled out of the station, Dad stood by the old Pontiac watching me leave his life. While that old coach rattled down the tracks, I tried to weep out the big lump in my throat. Somehow I knew that I would never live at home again. Oh yes, I returned briefly during a few summers and blew through for short visits. But, I’ve never really “gone back home.” LONGING By the time Mom and Dad died, the “old home-place” had long since passed into the “possession” of others, some of whom are strangers to me. Sometimes, in my nostalgic “home longings,” I wish I could bring back a few more childhood years with Mom and Dad. And I often wish I had “our” land back in my “possession.” Across the years, at times when bittersweet memories flicker in my soul, I go back to re-walk those hills and try to recapture some “at home” feelings. But, I know that place is no longer my home. Hasn’t been in fifty years. In some ways, I think it never really was. Joe Diffie sang my feelings for me, The only thing I see ahead is just the heat a risin’ on the road,The rainbows I’ve been chasin’ keep on fading, before I find my pot of gold.And more and more I’m thinking, that the only treasures that I’ll ever know,Are long ago and far behind wrapped up in my memories of home. Home was a swimming hole, and a fishing pole,And the feel of a muddy road between my toes.Home was a back porch swingWhere I would sit and mama’d singAmazing Grace, while she hung out the clothesHome is an easy chair,With my daddy thereAnd the smell of Sunday supper on the stove.My footsteps carry me away,But in my mind I’m always going home.[1] Guess it runs in the family. Now my youngest son tells me, “I feel homeless.” But then ‘Longing for place’ is as at least as old as the Psalms. Listen to the
To the Girl on the Elevator
I wish I could have hugged the girl on the elevator. I saw her from a distance carrying what appeared to be a clear trash bag. She stepped inside the elevator just a few steps ahead of me. I looked more closely at the garbage bag and saw that she had partially filled it with clothes. Then I looked at her face. Her eyes were red, and she was fighting tears. She lifted a shaking hand and punched a 3. I reached out and touched the 6, and the elevator doors closed. She was thin and pale and not very old. If I had to guess, I’d say somewhere in her 20’s. There were just two of us on the elevator, but she didn’t make eye contact. She leaned heavily against the wall and looked down at the floor. Her whole demeanor said, “Don’t talk to me.” The second the elevator doors opened, she practically ran out, and when she turned right, well, I knew where she was going. You see, the 3rd floor to the right is ICU. That’s where we – my husband Bill had Covid-19 – were when we arrived back in January. Now…. I’m sitting next to Bill (who is sound asleep and improving) in a dark hospital room on the 6th floor, and I can’t stop thinking about the girl on the elevator. If I could talk to her, I would say, “You aren’t alone!” I know you feel like you are, but there is a God in heaven watching over you. I hope you know Him. Seek comfort from Him. Lean on Him. Pray to Him. Trust Him. There is no one you will ever need in your life as much as you need God. Don’t. You. Give. Up! I don’t care what the doctors, nurses, well-meaning friends, and neighbors say. If they tell you there is no hope, they are wrong. Only God knows what lies ahead. He may say “No.” He may say, “Not yet.” But He may say, “Yes.” Keep hoping and praying even when you are so tired and discouraged that you want to give up. Don’t. You. Give. Up! And, ask everyone you know to pray. The Bible says the prayers of a righteous man or woman “availeth much” (James 5:16 KJV). Find your prayer warriors and let them lift you and your loved one up to God. You will feel their prayers, and it will comfort you in a way you have never felt before. Lean on friends and neighbors. The world is full of good people who want to help. Let them. When you are in the midst of a crisis, it’s okay to say, “I need help.” Cry. Cry buckets full if you want to. Cry on the elevator with a strange old lady who can see your heart is breaking. Tears are a universal language. People hurt. People cry. We don’t hide smiles when we are happy. Don’t hide your tears because you are sad. Take one day at a time. My grandma would say, “Don’t borrow trouble.” I know the “what if’s” are scary but don’t let them overwhelm you. When it’s really, really hard, take it hour-by-hour or minute-by-minute. I wish….. I wish I could have hugged the girl on the elevator. She sure looked like she could use a hug. That’s another bad thing about Covid. It has stolen our hugs and replaced them with fist bumps – which, in my opinion, fall far short of conveying the emotion that comes from having someone’s arms wrapped around you. I will be praying for the girl on the elevator…. even a pandemic can’t stop our prayers. In fact, it probably increases their frequency and their power. I know I’ve spent more time in prayer and thinking about the verse, “Be still and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10). Won’t you say a prayer for her, too? And for all those like her who are scared and fighting tears. They need you, and so do I. About the author: Teresa is an accomplished author, speaker, mother, and grandmother. Teresa has been married to Bill for a lifetime of family, faith, and love. They are members of Pleasant Hill Church of Christ in Kentucky. They have 5 children and 4 grandchildren. Teresa is also the author of the popular women’s blog called “NanaHood”!
The Task at Hand
How can we begin to help in a world so full of hurt? Ever suffer from paralysis because of the enormity of a task at hand? This company has to be turned around. My family is in crisis. The nation is at risk. My church is in decline. These are familiar themes. And the sad truth is that not every sinking ship can be floated. Some promising starts will end as dismal failures. Then there are the personal challenges you encounter. There always seems to be a worthy charity that needs money to help children. You hear the call for volunteers at your child’s school or from your church. Someone you know is struggling with drug addiction or has lost her job. There are so many needs. You might begin with the awareness that you can’t do everything that needs to be done. You can’t right all the wrongs. You can’t help everybody who is in trouble. It is arrogant to think you can; it is self-destructive to try. Even Jesus didn’t try to shoulder so heavy a responsibility. And occasionally he withdrew from the press of demands being made on him. He could help many, but not all. So what are you and I supposed to do in the face of crippling poverty and drug or alcohol addiction? How are we supposed to respond to hurricanes, unemployment, and hungry children? How can you be God’s instrument of hope in a world that is filled with troubles and heartache? Dr. Fumio Shigeto was waiting for a streetcar about a mile from the center of Hiroshima, Japan, on August 6, 1945. There was a blinding fireball when an American bomber dropped an atomic bomb that had the destructive equivalent of 20,000 tons of TNT. A five-square-mile area of one of the chief supply depots of the Japanese Army was devastated, and 60% of its buildings destroyed. Sheltered by the corner of a concrete building at his distance from the blast, Dr. Shigeto survived. He began hearing the screams of victims almost immediately. Not knowing what had happened, he stood bewildered and overwhelmed at the carnage. He was only one doctor wondering how he could respond to a city filled with thousands of desperately wounded patients. He knelt down, opened his black bag, and treated the person lying at his feet. Dr. Shigeto’s experience is our own. Having survived alcoholism or divorce, toxic church life or childhood abuse, what is your calling? Having put your life together after cancer, job loss, or a child’s death, where should you focus your attention? Help someone near you. Reach to somebody whose grief you know. Without making that person dependent on you, help him or her with what you have learned. You can’t address every need. But you can do something. [After a very hard day of demanding ministry we find Jesus on the next day] In the early morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house, and went away to a secluded place, and was praying there. Simon and his companions searched for Him; they found Him, and said to Him, “Everyone is looking for You.” He said to them, “Let us go somewhere else to the towns nearby, so that I may preach there also; for that is what I came for.” And He went into their synagogues throughout all Galilee, preaching and casting out the demons. And a leper came to Jesus, beseeching Him and falling on his knees before Him, and saying, “If You are willing, You can make me clean.” Moved with compassion, Jesus stretched out His hand and touched him, and said to him, “I am willing; be cleansed.” Immediately the leprosy left him and he was cleansed. (Mark 1:35-42 NASB) About the author: Rubel Shelly preached for decades and served as a professor of medical ethics, Bible, and philosophy at multiple universities. He was a former president of Rochester College and Professor of Philosophy and Religion at Lipscomb University. He was the author of more than 30 books and hundreds of inspirational articles. His commitment to a non-sectarian presentation of the gospel touched countless lives.
Today’s Verse – 2 Timothy 1:9
God has saved us and called us to a holy life — not because of anything we have done but because of his own purpose and grace. This grace was given us in Christ Jesus before the beginning of time. —2 Timothy 1:9 Thoughts on Today’s Verse… “Before the beginning of time!”How do you understand when that was? God first thought of us at a time we cannot even begin to imagine. His reason for thinking of us was to demonstrate his kindness, grace, and call in our lives and to bring others to his side. Jesus has always been God’s plan, and we have always been his goal for that. Let’s make sure we respond by living his holy life in our day-to-day world. My Prayer… Thank you so much, Father, for knowing me and thinking of my needs even before there was a world. I dedicate this day and every day that follows to your honor as I seek to live a life that reflects your righteousness, holiness, mercy, and grace. In the name of Jesus, I pray. Amen. All scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION. © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House.