In case you’ve not noticed, I love Jesus and love to talk about Him. While I wish everyone knew the depth of His love as I do, my love for Him is personal. If you’ve been where I’ve been and seen what I’ve seen, then you’ll know that life does not exist outside of Him.

While unpacking a box, we found a Bible I used a few decades ago. As soon as I saw it, I knew it. It was a close friend I had carried with me for some years. I can remember sitting on my bed reading it and flipping the pages at Church to where the preacher guides. Seeing the compact blue Bible in my husband’s hand almost brought me to tears...

There is no such thing as common sense in our world anymore. Simple innate reasonings are now clouded and convoluted with human erroneous suppositions. To be wise, we must look through the lens through which God sees things and listen with ears tuned to the frequency of Heaven.

At the time I’m writing this, I am feeling overwhelmed. I can’t say why or what the cause is, but my heart longs for that quiet space where the rhythm lines up with God. Do I have too much on my life’s plate, or am I doing too much too soon? I don’t know. I’ve committed my life to God’s hands…

Naturally, what you spend the most time on determines what your life looks like. You can’t spend time learning how to fish when you intend to become a great golfer or roll in the dumpster and expect to smell like roses. Also, you can’t be heading to Heaven and spend so much time in places that do not glorify your destination.

The questions people wrestle with the most are, “How can God love the world with all the mess in it, and how can He die for unworthy people?” Although our mortal minds can never fathom the depth of God’s love for humanity, we can experience it by accepting the gift of redemption through the death of Christ on the cross.

If you are an adult, consider your favorite elementary school classroom. Remember your class teacher and classmates and the long hours you spend with them every weekday. It was like a season of life that would go on forever. Like me, you may have met a few best friends there and kept them through the years. Now, think of possibly getting everyone in your classroom together in one room again.

When the nurses handed me my daughter and I saw her in the delivery room, I was overwhelmed with gratitude and love. Looking at her face and feeling her delicate body was scary, yet it sent tingles through me. I had no idea how to clean a tiny human, let alone raise one. However, almost two decades later, God’s Word…

As our faith foundation shifts, our beliefs and proclamations risk being muddled and diluted by our human limitations. Our lives must bear witness to God’s goodness, and our navigation as we journey through life should be a testament to the saving grace of the cross of Christ. If we truly believe in Jesus' saving power, it should flow as easily as each breath from our lungs.

My Dad loved country music and often listened to Jimmy Reeves, Kenny Rogers, and other Country legends. Although it’s been decades since I was a child in my parents’ home, if I hear Jimmy Reeves’s voice singing on the radio, it will send my heart pumping faster, transporting me back to my childhood.

God is trustworthy, and His promises are the bedrock on which we flourish and the air with which we ride on the wings of hope. Without them, there is no faith, and Christianity would be an empty box. God’s promises cover all that pertains to the life and godliness of His children. Our journey starts with the promise of forgiveness…

God is not lazy and has not industrialized the process of creation. We are each made intricately by the Master, and our story has the undivided attention and care of the Sovereign God. He does not use the human model of one size fits all and approaches our lives on the premise of specificity.

In Genesis, after God created the Heavens and the Earth, the Bible says, "God saw all that he had made, and it was very good.” Genesis, 1:31. I can imagine the fuzzy feeling in God’s heart when He saw His goodness on display. He made the birds in the sky and the fishes in the sea and made man rule over everything.

I know we have our human scientific explanations for why humans continue to dominate over other creatures, but even science acknowledges that what God said about humankind prevails. Have you ever wondered (forget science, I mean, personally) why majestic creatures like the dinosaurs once were and are no more, yet humans live on?

When we hear the word' ‘missions,’ the first picture that comes to mind is most likely a malnourished child from a village in an economically challenged part of the world. It’s not the revival crowd that once defined the word. Thank God for the missionaries He sends to remote parts of the continents and for the hope He gives people in difficult places!

I love being my father’s child. Although I haven’t seen him in so long, his influence over my life still speaks. Even at this stage of my existence, with my own children, thoughts of him give me a sense of protection and validity.

I live in a society that has become complacent in its approach to the community of believers, which is one of the greatest blessings of our faith. Where I grew up, the Church is vital to Christianity, and it shows. Despite the uproar and many misses in the country, Christians are thriving, and the Church is joyful and growing; oh, the joy of the Church in Nigeria!

When the angel of the Lord appeared to Gideon in Judges 6:12-22, he was taken aback by the title bestowed on him. a warrior. Although all that Gideon could see was his people’s troubles, God saw a deliverer in him.

Greetings, friends in faith! My name is Dr. Mya Fields. I'm a wife, mother, assistant dean, and professor. As a military brat, I've moved around a lot but call Texas home. Growing up in Texas, my grandparents, Mary & Jim, but to me, “MawMaw and PawPaw,” took us to church…

Looking in the mirror, I saw the woman staring back at me, but the longer I looked, the less sense I made. It prompted me to ask, “Who or what are you? Yes, I could see the beautiful black woman staring back, but those are just definitions given to me by a world that can’t answer the stirring in my soul.