When we get a little older we often ask people to repeat whatever it is that has been said. I suppose we do that because we want to be sure we understood it correctly.
The other day I was talking to a pastor friend of mine. Both of us are 70 years plus in age. One thing we talked about was all this talk about death.
Life has its ups and downs. Every person we know, or have ever known, and will ever know, has had to face tough issues.
When I was a young person I often did strange things to find out if God was telling me or granting me permission to do whatever it was that I wanted to do, and whether I should do them.
I sometimes wrestle with the deathbed conversion of some very evil people. I have sentenced them, not in court, but in my heart.
Something deep within me can awaken my understanding to what is right and what is wrong.
Small towns are special to me. My wife and I have traveled too many small communities over the years.
When a family member suddenly becomes sick and within a few short weeks passes away, a variety of emotions and feelings surface.
What is the reason or purpose of living? What is it that makes life important? These are the kinds of questions that many people are asking today.
Many people find it somewhat difficult to put their trust in Christ; I know I did many years ago.
