An excerpt from Judges 6:1-16 The wind blew gently and ruffled the leaves of the Terebinth oak. The oak belonged to Joash, the Abiezrite. His son, the least in his father’s house, stood beside it threshing wheat in the wine press. It was a difficult time for the Israelites in Ophrah, they faced great… Continue reading OF UNDERDOGS AND HOPE
The weight of wickedness is heavy as lead trying to catch its descent is like stopping a falling rock in a spider’s web. Its thin silk thread begins to snap and all that is left is the residue that sticks between the cracks. It all ends with a slip into a bottomless pit, grips the… Continue reading THE GUILT-STRICKEN CHRISTIAN.