Will you pray for me? Lord, may the words of my lips and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight, our Rock and our Redeemer. Amen.
Will you pray for me? Lord, may the words of my lips and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight, our Rock and our Redeemer. Amen.
Among the obscurer branches of late antique and medieval theological speculation is the quote-unquote "science" of angelology.
Will you pray for me? Lord, may the words of my lips and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight, our Rock and our Redeemer. Amen.
Have you seen this Web site, peopleofwalmart.com?
Will you pray for me? Lord, may the words of my lips and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight, our Rock and our Redeemer. Amen.
They’re easy to miss, but once you start looking for them, it seems you find them all over the place. If you go just about anywhere in Western Europe, and you go to almost any Medieval church or cathedral there and you search carefully enough, you will probably find one. And then you will start to see them everywhere.
Will you pray for me? Lord, may the words of my lips and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight, our Rock and our Redeemer. Amen.
Does this story, the story of Elijah and the widow sound familiar to you?
Do you feel like you’ve heard this story somewhere in the Bible before?
Haven’t you heard another story—or maybe several—like this somewhere in our tradition?
A man who comes with healing, and food, and the word of God, and a call?
Can you think of anyone else like that?
Will you pray for me? Lord, may the words of my lips and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight, our Rock and our Redeemer. Amen.
Before the whirlwind, he was just one guy. One powerful guy, to be sure, but just one guy nevertheless.
Will you pray for me? Lord, may the words of my mouth and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight, our Rock and our Redeemer. Amen.
Can you picture it? Who knows how long he lay there, unconscious, and vulnerable, and dying? Who knows how many people had passed right by him intent on their business, and not even noticed him lying there? Who knows how long he would have lain there before he finally expired?
Will you pray for me? Lord, may the words of my lips and the meditations of all our hearts be acceptable in your sight, our Rock and our Redeemer. Amen.