The blues is a musical gift to Americans and the world. The songs come from the African-American experience, birthed from the pain of slavery, hopeless toil, and separation. The blues' ancestors were work songs, call-and-response verses to make the day go faster. Blues songs in church are called spirituals.
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen;
Nobody knows my sorrow.
Slavery is gone from the American scene, but the blues are not. Everybody hurts. Everybody sins, and everybody is the victim... Read More
Lord Jesus, you took on my humanity and were born just like me. You honored the human race by living among us and as one of us. You offered your body on the cross, were buried like us, and rose again not only in spirit but in body too.
When you ascended into heaven, you brought your body with you! You took our humanity to the very throne room of heaven. You are now bonded to us into eternity. We... Read More
I don’t know why, Lord, but you have chosen to let me live with chronic pain. I have tried everything; nothing works. Is this my destiny for the rest of my life?
I’ve talked to you about it; I’ve pleaded and prayed, but my pain remains. I remember longingly the pain-free days of my youth—they seem gone forever. I pray for sleep, for at least I gain a temporary respite. You must have a plan, Lord. I will admit that... Read More
Father, sometimes it looks as though Satan really has won after all. Christians are persecuted, children are abused, our streets aren’t safe, good people lose their jobs, and families break up. Governments collapse; wars fester and consume staggering amounts of blood and treasure. Death is steadily stealing my friends and loved ones one at a time.
But Easter happened. The mighty prince of hell himself cannot change history. Your Son lived a holy life and lets me claim it as... Read More
I put on a brave face for my family. I don’t want any of my friends or coworkers to know. But, Lord, you know the heart, and you can read me like a large-print book. You know how anxious I am about our finances.
I’m afraid our money will run out. We’ve suffered some setbacks; we’ve made some bad decisions I would do anything to undo; some things I was counting on turned out to be a bust. I’m juggling... Read More
One of the pleasures of life, available to rich and poor alike, is to experience your steady changing of the seasons. What a beautiful divine rhythm you have built, Lord. Each season has its own matchless beauty—the glistening white blanket of new fallen snow; the first crocus and daffodils and tulips of spring; the long golden days of summer; the fiery colors of autumn forests.
Anyone who has spent even one winter in the north half of the country has... Read More
Lord, why does everything have to happen at once?
I don’t mean to whine, but I don’t know if I’m up to everything you are throwing at me right now. I know you say you will never load on us more than we can handle, but I’m not this good. I’m not this big. I’m not this strong. Many people depend on me, and some days I feel that I can barely take care of myself.
I guess you have... Read More
As you know, Lord, our culture glorifies youth. Nobody welcomes the passing of time and the aging process. May I say, though, that you make aging more enjoyable? The older I get, the more I see how I was never alone, how you were always there watching me, ready to catch me, intervening at just the right time.
I panic less these days. I still can see only a few feet in front of me—the fog of life hasn’t lifted... Read More
Today is a day to remember the brave men and women who have served, or fallen in service to, our country. These brave men and women in uniform fought to preserve the freedoms with which God has blessed our nation--the very freedoms that give us the liberty to worship our Creator and Savior.
But freedom does not mean absence of conflict. Do you ever feel as though you are in the middle of your own war? What's the level of... Read More
Some days I’m riding high. Things just work. They click. They go my way.
But some days, Lord, I can almost see the devil hindering me, laughing at me, breaking what I try to build, attacking me, lying to me, weakening me. He mocks my hopes, makes me doubt, urges me to ignore you, and makes despair look like my only option.
I don’t know how long I can go on like this. Lord, I’m so tired. “The enemy pursues... Read More