“And the ark of the Lord continued in the house of Obededom the Gittite three months: and the Lord blessed Obededom, and all his household.” 2 Samuel 6:11 Scripture tells us that Obededom’s household was blessed for one powerful reason: the ark of the covenant resided in his home. In the Old Testament, the ark represented the tangible presence, glory, and mercy of God. Where God’s presence dwelled, blessing followed. Yet the ark was never intended to remain in one man’s house. Its purpose was far greater, it was meant to dwell among an entire nation. What appeared to be…

“A bruised reed shall He not break, and the smoking flax shall He not quench; He shall bring forth judgment unto truth.” Isaiah 42:3 I love camping. There’s nothing quite like building a fire, roasting marshmallows, and creating the perfect ooey, gooey s’more—one that somehow still manages to drip chocolate down your wrist no matter how careful you are. But the real test of the fire comes in the morning. You wake up cold. Your bones ache. You unzip the tent, already dreaming of warmth, and walk over to the fire pit… only to find a sad pile of gray ash. No flames. No crackle. Just the remains of what used to be an all-consuming fire. It looks like all hope is lost. But if you’ve ever camped before, you know better. When you begin to stir the ashes, you’ll often discover red-hot embers still glowing underneath. The fire didn’t die—it just went quiet. Add a little kindling, blow gently, fan the flame, and suddenly that fire is alive again. That’s how it can feel in our walk with God. Some of you may feel cast aside, worn down, or like your spiritual fire has burned out completely. Maybe life…

“No one after lighting a lamp covers it with a jar or puts it under a bed, but puts it on a stand, so that those who enter may see the light.” (Luke 8:16, ESV) I like light. If you walk through my home, you will notice several lamps in each room. I also have plug-in nightlights, lights on timers, flashlights, and even rechargeable lights in case the electricity goes out. Outside I have motion lights and other lights on timers. I even take a nightlight when I travel. Without light, I’m apt to stumble in the dark. I feel much safer when there is light. A few months ago, a severe storm disrupted the power in several neighborhoods, including mine. For two days, I was without electricity. At night, I sat in the dark with one small oil lamp providing a little light. The flashlight batteries were weak, and the beam didn’t reach far. Hours later, learning of my predicament, friends brought some rechargeable lightbulbs. What a difference they made! The light was much stronger! LIGHT IS ESSENTIAL Light is important to our existence because light is life-sustaining. We have life on earth because we have the light and…

“Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor.” (Romans 12:10, ESV) Perhaps because this is the holiday season, I am more intentional about staying in touch with friends, both far and near. I think of friendship as a gift from God and cannot imagine a life without friends. A small group of church friends started what has become an annual tradition. Before Christmas we make plans to get together. We call it a party, but it’s nothing fancy and there’s no real agenda. It is simply a time of fellowship and friendship. The food is whatever…

“Love is patient and kind . . . . “  (I Corinthians 13:4, ESV) The holiday season can be stressful. We’ve got places to go, things to do, and not much time to fit it all in. When stores are crowded and lines are slow, patience may be in short supply—mine, yours and everyone else’s. Maybe it’s time to pause, take a deep breath, and look at those around us. We never know the pressure and worries others may be going through. Let me tell you about an evening I once shared with a group of friends. We were celebrating a birthday and were looking forward to a nice time together. when things go wrong When we arrived at the restaurant, the hostess seated us. Then we waited. Eventually a waitress came and asked about our beverages. We waited. Our food orders were eventually taken. We waited longer. The food finally came—but was lukewarm. It had waited somewhere too. What was to have been a fun birthday celebration became an evening of endurance. But we were in a relaxed mood and decided to catch up on news and forget the poor service. No one even mentioned the cold food. At…

And the Lord said to him, “Rise and go to the street called Straight, and at the house of Judas look for a man of Tarsus named Saul, for behold, he is praying . . . But Ananias answered, “Lord, I have heard from many about this man, how much evil he has done to your saints at Jerusalem.” (Acts 9:11-13, ESV) Saul, the fierce persecutor of the early church, was on a mission. He was on his way to Damascus to hunt down more Christians, but his plans went awry as he traveled toward that city. Suddenly a bright light and a Voice stopped him there on the road. When Saul asked, “Lord, what do You want me to do,” he was instructed to go into the city and wait for a visit. Someone who would tell him what to do. It’s a familiar story to most of us. GOD’S MESSENGER The man God chose to reach out to Saul was Ananias, a disciple in the Damascus church. But who was this man? From the few details we find in Acts, Ananias was an ordinary man tapped by God to fulfill an unusual mission. Except for a brief description…