Devotional Archives

  • Feeding the Sparrows

    February 17th, 1998

    At the end of the day, Brenda, my sister-in-law, and I sat on a park bench waiting for our bus. Snacking on fried potatoes, Brenda tossed a bite out to one lone, gawking pigeon. "Shouldn't have done that," I teased her. In seconds, dozens of fat pigeons clustered at our ...

  • Learning about God

    February 16th, 1998

    One morning my grandson, Christopher, came running to meet me with a big smile on his face. He said, "Big Poppa, would you teach me about God?" I was pleased and told him that God is invisible like the wind that blows the leaves off the trees; we can't see ...

  • Vinegar and Oil

    February 15th, 1998

    As I was preparing to teach a lesson on prayer for our women's group, I stumbled across a definition for the word translated as "nigh" in James 4:8. The adverb nigh comes from a primary root word that means "to squeeze or throttle." As I meditated on this verse, I ...

  • Gods That Are Not Gods

    February 14th, 1998

    Last year I bought my wife a bottle of perfume for Valentine's Day. As a premium I was given a beautiful red rose wrapped in tissue paper. It was a blustery February day, so I carefully tucked the rose in my coat to protect it from the wind as I ...

  • Fruit We May Not See

    February 13th, 1998

    Nelly is a former colleague of mine. She is a quiet, industrious person and no doubt a devoted Christian. Every day she would bring her lunch to eat in the office and spend her lunch time reading a Christian devotional magazine. We were assigned to different work teams and did ...

  • Afraid to Sleep

    February 12th, 1998

    For hours after his open-heart surgery, my father fought to stay awake. His bed at home would have been much more comfortable. The sights, the smells, and the memories that had formed his life would have helped him rest. In this hospital, he saw only clamps and tubes. The smell ...

  • Mended

    February 11th, 1998

    I don't sew except under protest. But recently I needed a skirt to complete an outfit, and I could not find anything in the right color or at a reasonable price. So I set out courageously to a fabric store and found exactly what I needed. Armed with yardage and ...

  • Because of Others

    February 10th, 1998

    I am humbled when I remember that it is through the faithfulness of the first disciples and others down through the centuries that I am a disciple of Christ today. Many suffered severely and died for their faithfulness to Christ and the gospel, and as a result the good news ...

  • Words at Rest

    February 9th, 1998

    My five-year-old son was saying prayers by his bedside. After giving thanks for the happy times in his day, he turned and asked, "Where do words go after you say them?" Before I could respond, he answered with childlike innocence, "I think they go into our heads and what is ...

  • Your Alabaster Jar

    February 8th, 1998

    The story of the woman and her alabaster jar of precious ointment has always fascinated me. I have wondered if I would ever have an opportunity to show my love for Jesus by giving him something I really cared about. I have also wondered if I would be willing to ...