Silent Saturday held the darkest hours of human history – a Sabbath subtracted from the hope of a Savior.
Tag: hope
It’s a place I’ve spent precious little time, but the promise of peace lures my memory again and again.
When Lot was given a choice, he opted for what looked like Eden.
We are prone to blank out on our belonging.
Under His sovereign supervision, whatever we are waiting through readies us for the rest.
We can’t afford to forget: everything that is broken has come into that condition through the Fall.
Paul David Tripp tells us there are two kinds of hope: vertical and horizontal
My friend and I got it in our heads to rise before dawn and hike a hill to meet the sun on Easter morning.
We hope for healing in this life and expect it in the next.