Few promises in Scripture are as breathtaking as this one: “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God” (Matthew 5:8). Not merely to know about Him.
We’ve all done it — vented in frustration, let a careless joke slip, or posted something online we later regretted. Upon reflection, we consider the human audience that heard or saw it.
In the mundane routines of life, it’s easy to miss the extraordinary leadings of God. The story of Saul in 1 Samuel 9–10 vividly shows how God works through the ordinary incidents of our lives.
Coming to faith in Jesus Christ is an exhilarating and transformative event. The newness of this relationship often feels overwhelming in the best possible way—like stepping into a whole new world.
Not another prayer article, you might think. But this isn't about guilt-tripping or pointing out flaws. Instead, it's a fresh, encouraging look at prayer.
Just a few days before Christmas, my dad lay dying. A man whose life had been a tapestry woven with threads of integrity, commitment, and love for his family and his God.
In the rolling hills of Bethlehem, there lived a young shepherd named David. Born into a family where he was the youngest and considered least significant.
Several years ago, an ordinary drive behind a truck resulted in an extraordinary call to action. A precariously perched bag of recyclables fell off the truck ahead and narrowly missed mine.
The Bible tells of six people who committed suicide: Abimelech (Judges 9:54), Saul (1 Samuel 31:4), Saul’s armor-bearer (1 Samuel 31:5), Ahithophel (2 Samuel 17:23), Zimri (1 Kings 16:18), and Judas Iscariot (Matthew 27:5).
Sipping on a freshly brewed coffee while immersing his soul in the stunning spectacle of the nearby mountain range; it was the way Job started most every day.
The first time a Nigerian couple asked me to preside over a naming ceremony for their newborn, they provided me with a list of twelve names. Each name represented an important quality they hoped their child would embody.
Rubbing shoulders with people who are spiritually and emotionally broken comes quite naturally to me. In fact, over the years of pastoral ministry, that’s what has gotten me out of bed most mornings. I am in this business labelled the ‘pastoral ministry’ simply and wholly because I have a deep desire to lead a team/a local church who are devoted to leading people toward a state of wholeness.
One of the most memorable days of my ministry occurred in late August 2006. The late Rev. George Power, former pastor of Calvary Temple, Charlottetown, PEI—the church where I was then serving as Lead Pastor— invited me to spend the day on his sailboat along with him and three mutual friends