“Ready to tack?” The skipper’s voice cut through the roar of the wind as the prow clunked into yet another wave.
Ah, Christmas: that wonderful time of year when the church music and readings are all comfortably familiar …
We’ve all certainly heard of “eleventh-hour conversions” … Would this have been the opposite? Eleventh-hour wavering? Deathbed doubt?
I don’t know why I thought I’d be able to mediate the heated dispute between two neighbors on the jogging trail that day.
There is no meal I look forward to as much as our annual Easter feast. My enjoyment of other festive meals always pales in comparison to Easter dinner.
The hardest part of gardening is always the waiting.
I first encountered morning and evening colors at Naval Station Newport in Rhode Island.
It began with one of the most powerful superspreading events in history: three thousand people at a single gathering. Although civil authorities were immediately concerned and quickly stepped up enforcement efforts in an attempt to isolate and quarantine the infected, it was too late. First the contagion spread like wildfire throughout the city, then it popped up seemingly at random in another city three hundred miles away and quickly spread there.
It may seem for all the world as though death is the end of love. But it is not so. In Christ, love never ends (1 Cor. 13:8).
Look ahead to the 2019 Synod Convention with previews of overtures, nominees for president, essays, the opening service and more in the June/July issue of The Lutheran Witness.
Readers curious to know more about who the Holy Spirit is and how He works will find plenty to ponder in the May issue of The Lutheran Witness.
Christ alone. It seems so simple, so elementary. Every Lutheran knows and believes that, don’t they? And yet … how often do we forget?