devotional
A Bridge of Hope for Those Crushed in Spirit
Finding Hope in the Wilderness
Reflection: Why Does the Kingdom Belong to Children?
Reflecting on God's Power to Restore the Rejected and Broken
Yes, Volunteering Does Matter, And Here's Why
Finding True Restoration in New Year's Resolutions
When Waiting on the Lord Isn’t What You Want But Need
Recently, I received an email from my alma mater that included these words:
“We would love to hear from you! [We] will be producing a digital magazine which includes information about our alumni. The Class Notes section will include key milestones from alumni, including births, marriages, job changes/promotions… Not only would we love to hear from you, but we know that many of your classmates would love to know what is going on!”
Saints and Sinners and Sufferers on a Basketball Court
I was young and eager to help, and foolish.
I signed up to join a small team of Christian men to serve at a men’s shelter in the Bronx because I thought that I could offer something. It was the early 1990s and my twenty-something heart hungered to care for guys who had a difficult life, had struggled with addiction, or been to jail.
So when our group walked to the shelter from the subway, I anticipated conversations where I would offer my caring encouragement, teach these guys about the Bible, help them get on with their life. Wow, I was wrong.