Two weeks ago when we flew to Chicago, I got a message from Chris Fabry asking if I would appear on his radio program to talk about the Moody Pastors Conference and whatever else was on my mind. It turned out that we discussed many personal things, mostly centering on how the Lord led us from Chicago to Tupelo to Dallas and how our lives hav…
In May 1941 my father was assigned to Camp Shelby in MS. His older brother, a medical doctor, advised him to enlist and volunteer for the war that was about to engulf the world. Because Dad had some medical training, the Army assigned him to a medical unit in Nome, Alaska. Back then there was great fear that the Japanese might attack through th…
“Great is your faithfulness” (Lamentations 3:23b). This is the text that led Thomas Obadiah Chisholm to write the poem that became a beloved hymn sung on every continent. Here’s a simple way to bring its truth into focus …Great is our fickleness … Great is thy faithfulness.We may grow weary … but our God canno…
“They are new every morning” (Lamentations 3:23a). Here is a word of hope for fearful saints. God’s mercies are brand-new every morning. Do you remember the story of the manna in the wilderness? God sent it every day (except on the Sabbath). He instructed the Jews to gather as much as they wanted because it would never run out. Ho…
Many Christians secretly doubt their salvation because they do not feel like they are good enough Christians to get into heaven. But going to heaven has nothing to do with being “good enough” since none of us ever qualifies. In John 10:28 Jesus said of his followers, “I give them eternal life.” And in 1 John 5:13 we are…
How blessed we already are, and how easy it is to forget what God has done for us. I remember a fine-looking young couple that came to see me. I didn’t know them and didn’t know much about their problems. After some discussion the issue was out on the table. It’s a genuine problem but it’s not the end of the world. With…
One week ago today Mark and I returned from a trip to Pignon, Haiti. When Marlene couldn’t make the trip, Mark stepped in at the literal last second, taking the “red-eye” flight from San Francisco to Miami and then flying on to meet me in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. From there we traveled north to the little town of Pignon where we spe…
It’s good to be home again, if only for a few days.