• Was it worth fighting over? by Helene Smith

    Our hummingbird feeder has six flower-shaped openings. In the summer, hummers sipped at each flower. Seeing green, black, and cinnamon-colored birds enjoying a drink together is a beautiful sight. More often, only one or two were able to snatch a quick drink before being chased off by others. My granddaughter and I enjoyed watching their antics through the living room window. Hearing intense racket, we observed two green hummers chasing each other away from the feeder. When one winged in to eat…

  • Why does God seek praise? by Helene Smith

    Why does God seek praise from His people? He is perfect. Does He need our praise? I confess, I thought it a bit self-serving. God, forgive me. He doesn’t need our praise, He wants it. Why? Here is what I believe. Praise is pleasing to God. God created people for fellowship with Him. We are His children. Just as we crave close relationships with our offspring, He desires closeness with us. What does fellowship have to do with praise? When we worship God, we remind ourselves who He is and why …

  • Every Day, I Stand in Awe by Jan Davis

    "Let all the earth fear the LORD" let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of him." - Psalm 33:8 Today, I stand in awe of our Lord and Savior. When I pause and reflect upon God's mercy and grace he showers over me, I stand in awe of his goodness and faithfulness. He knew me before i ws conceived in my mother's womb. He showed mercy when I felt unlovable and undeserving of His love. His grace is constant in my life, yesterdya, today and forever. I stand in awe. His love surrounds me in t…

  • Keeping pride at bay by Helene Smith

    A misspent youth followed by a life-changing conversion — what a story to tell. Had my life been deep into drugs, thievery and abuse, before I met Jesus, what a powerful message I could share. Instead, I grew up in a Christian home and went to church every Sunday. My Dad read the Bible every night at dinner and my mother prayed with me at bedtime. I thought of myself as a good kid, blessed and better than others. Pride. I knew I wasn’t perfect, but believed I had less to confess and be forgiven …

  • Reflecting on the holiness of the season by Teresa Lussi

    Silent night, holy night. The sound of old, familiar carols fill my heart and home with a peace beyond understanding. The story of redemption, marvelous redemption, unfolds in these timeless hymns. As I listen, I am drawn back in time to a place far, far away. The streets of Bethlehem are dark, shopkeepers have closed their doors, extinguished the candles, laid their heads down to rest for the night. The inns in the city are dark now, and quiet, as well. Yet a stable on the outskirts of town is…