The phrase "It is written" is more than a simple quote; it is a declaration of divine authority and a powerful weapon for every believer....

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" Ah, that classic question. Parents and relatives used to love hitting us with that one, usually while we were still trying to master long division or debating the mysteries of our own belly buttons. Today, the real sweat comes from the stress on our minds, the fear in our hearts. Our jobs churn out anger in our guts, and corruption drips from our very souls. And yet, we still hear that old warning: "Don't ever let 'em see you sweat!"

So, if these worldly solutions fail us, where do we turn? The search for a "replenishable source" of help is the most critical question we can ask. We need something that doesn’t run out, something that can sustain us not just for a moment but for a lifetime. This is where the desperate cry of "Oh, God!" becomes more than just a phrase—it becomes a genuine prayer, a turning point where we look beyond the human and into the divine.

Time is a concept so fundamental to our existence that we often take it for granted. It’s the invisible force that governs every aspect of our lives, the relentless river that carries us from birth to death. We mark its passage with the ticking of clocks, the turning of seasons, and the lines on our faces. Yet, despite its constant presence, our relationship with time is complex and often contradictory. We waste it, we cherish it, we try to fill it, and its unyielding march p

Well, it seems Jesus laid out a pretty straightforward job description for us, and it's not a desk job. It's more like a "get your hands dirty" kind of gig. He basically said, "Stop standing around and start serving." He wants us to get busy helping our fellow man, which means a little less talking about love and a little more showing it. We need to be a little like spiritual first responders: healing the hurting, helping the lost find their way, and picking up those who hav

In the fields of Pennsylvania, where the coal dust veiled the sun, A young girl's strength was forged in strife, before life had begun. Six siblings always looked to her with Mother by her side, The heartbreak in the mineshaft the day her Father died.