God’s march of glory, Part 10
Humanity has been sorted out. God’s ancient people, the Hebrews who are still on earth are all His.
Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
Humanity has been sorted out. God’s ancient people, the Hebrews who are still on earth are all His.
Are our thoughts, words, and deeds acceptable in God’s eyes? Or do we speak one way in public and another way in private?
Today, we hear a lot about depopulation to save the planet for the elite. But those who bandy the concept will actually be the ones who will be “depopulated.”
The universe is not random but encoded with sacred geometry and mathematical laws that reflect the very nature of God.
For centuries, America has been the shining city on the hill, the land of opportunity, a unique Republic with liberty and justice for all. These have been displaced by immorality in our entertainment, dishonesty of our media and elected officials, intensive censorship in social media and the public square, the suppression of dissent, and, yes, even public safety, secure borders, and honest elections.
Prosperity theology tells us that if we have faith (and donate to Christian ministries), we will receive financial blessings. Stop! That’s a dangerous belief!
This series is a condensed recap of the events God planned and promised through the prophets. The purpose of the events is to graphically reveal God and to emphasize His reality to all humanity everywhere.
On May 7, 133 cardinals filed into the Sistine Chapel and sealed themselves from the world in a centuries-old ritual. The white smoke will rise when the next pope is chosen, but Catholics shouldn’t be watching for continuity this time. They should pray for correction.
We limped into Rabanal Del Camino on three legs. I was holding Jamie for support as we ascended the inclined street into an isolated Spanish village with a population of 60 residents.
Dear God, thank you for letting me happen upon this small church, so I might rest my anguished feet. This little church, alongside the Camino, somewhere in the far flung regions of rural Spain. A place where I can kneel and pray in solitude.
The Book of James in the New Testament is a wonderful instruction manual that explains how to implement our Christianity, even in today’s busy world.
This series is a condensed recap of the events God planned and promised through the prophets. The purpose of the events is to graphically reveal God and to emphasize His reality to all humanity everywhere.
You’ve probably seen it in a nature documentary or read it in a biology textbook: dolphins are among the smartest animals on Earth. But, no matter how intelligent a dolphin is, it will never have a conscience.
It was a little church. Off the main path. And you don’t see many “little” churches on the Camino. Most churches here are Gothic monuments. Stone gargantuans, with bells, towering medieval doors, and golden altars. This wasn’t one of those.
“I am the vine and you are the branches,” is a familiar scripture. What does it mean to be a part of the vine? And what does it mean to “remain” in the vine?
This series is a condensed recap of the events God planned and promised through the prophets. The purpose of the events is to graphically reveal God and to emphasize His reality to all humanity everywhere.
We all stand outside the small market in Villamayor. There are about twenty-five, maybe thirty of us hapless, fatigued pilgrims. Sweaty and covered in grit. All wearing the same clothes we were wearing two weeks ago.
My Twitter — I refuse to call it 𝕏 — feed was full of chortling posts claiming that the Vatican denied Vice President J D Vance a meeting with Pope Francis, sending the Vatican’s second-ranking official instead, in what the left loudly proclaimed was a deliberate snub to Mr Vance. That’s not quite what it …
We are walking through Navarrete on Easter Monday the moment Pope Francis dies. The bells of the massive church are ringing, non-stop. Locals are in a kind of reverential shock.
When we were growing up, my brother and I never got Easter baskets. Easter meant going to church and getting new Easter clothes. Our parents (actually, we just blame Mom–sorry, Mom) wanted to instill in us that Easter was not about rabbits or chocolate eggs, but rather about the resurrection of Jesus.