Everything was made at God’s command. He spoke and it happened.

Through Jesus, God understands the experience of our vulnerability, our fears, our hopes. Not only God with us, but God becoming us.

It seems to me that our God is a God of misfit toys. Choosing an unwed teenage girl to be the mother of Jesus.

We must continue to prepare the way of the Lord, knowing we receive forgiveness even before we ask, we are fully and completely loved.

Keeping awake is anticipating and looking for God, even when life is darkest. Staying on the lookout for the seed of hope buried within.

Jim Hart and Debbie Kohler share their Gratitude Thoughts.

We need you to risk sharing who you are, your talents and your joy, so that you can grow into what you’re becoming.

I invite you to think of your pledge as a demonstration of how you will steward the resources God has entrusted to you.

Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will ever read.

We are like trees planted by streams of water. Love, Jesus tells us, is our root. But what is it that nourishes that love?

Someone who loves you, as you are, before you’ve changed, gives you a new name, and sees a life for you that you cannot imagine for yourself

If we commit to bringing the vulnerability we practice here, God’s love we nurture here, into every aspect of our lives, healing will happen

Are we brave enough to let ourselves be reliant on others, to be cared for? Are we faithful enough to trust that God will provide?

Let our self-emptying, our pouring out of God in us, be an act of faith and a gift of hope to the world.

We will be welcomed into the kingdom of heaven because, and only because, of God’s abundant love and grace. And that is excellent news.

This is the work of faith: to be adaptable for the sake of love, for the sake of making more room for God in this world.

Telling someone how they’ve hurt you is an act of courage and an act of love. It gives them the opportunity to learn how to love you better.

Suffering, even the most senseless, even the most undeserved, always contains the potential for transformation.

Joy is the feeling of being most authentically ourselves, the feeling of most authentically embodying how God made us.

This story tells me that my desperate cries, and my repeated cries, are not a sign of futility, but a sign of faith.