The world is blind, deaf, devoid of touch and smell, and at their core, dark-hearted and desperate. They stumble where we should be stepping higher and stagger where we are called to march. Where we hear music they hear noise and where there is an aroma of wisdom and life they imagine foolishness and smell death. Their deepest sentiments are deceitful and desperately wicked and their intentions are rooted in lust and pride. Ultimately we know we live in a world where the blind are leading the blind headlong to their destruction. Even though we know this, we are tempted to follow them too. Continue reading
I laughed louder and louder with each crash back down to my seat as the bus bounced me up and down and smashed me against its walls. I probably laughed because it seemed more like an amusement park ride than public transit as our Belarusian driver ramped in and out of large craters in the road. Continue reading
The first missionary to come to Burma and stay was also the first protestant missionary sent from America to any foreign field. His name was Adonriam Judson. Pastor Naing Thang of Yangon is building on what Judson started.
In the summer of 1788 in a small colonial town, a minister and his wife were blessed with their firstborn son. Here, from this city of firsts, Malden Massachusetts, the Kingdom of God would boast a greater first for the expansion of the Gospel on the golden shores of an exotic land. Continue reading
Hear the words of this preacher.
In all thy preaching, preach grace.
Preach grace; preach God’s glorious unmerited favor. Forget her not: neither decline from the words of God’s mouth. Forsake her not, and she shall preserve thee from another gospel: love her and she shall keep thee from offering another Christ. Grace is the principal thing, therefore preach his undeserving love. And with all thy preaching, preach grace. Continue reading
May this letter somehow by God’s grace reach you behind enemy lines.
I’ve wanted to talk to you for a long time and now that you have this letter my hope is renewed.
It has been years, but my wife still dreams troubling dreams about you and your children. Their sad faces call out to her as you lead them away from her, wondering why you were ripped from all our lives. When she shares her dreams with me, we end up having to talk through it all over again. The dream wasn’t real but the loss, O how real it is for all of us. Continue reading
We thought we loved our brother Jeff, until he had a stroke and lost use of the entire right side of his body. We thought Foundation Church was thankful for his wife and two beautiful children and all they add to us, until they were told he may have to live in the hospital for months. We thought we were grateful for our church and the relationships God has given us in many of you, until the doctors told us Jeff would never be the same again. But somehow, Jeff’s loss has given us a new sense of appreciation and affection for him, his family, one another and you. Continue reading