Martin Luther wrote, “Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in spring-time.” At the end of every winter, we witness a miracle—life coming from death. Bare branches form green leaves, brown grass turns into a lovely meadow as spring blooms…
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? I Corinthians 15:55. Praying about this article, I felt impressed to share the following poem that I wrote recently: Comfort and Hope Weep not as those who have no hope of life beyond the grave. This was the…