God gave the Israelites just enough manna for the day. His mercies, according to Jeremiah, are new every morning. Jesus prayed, “Give us this day our daily bread.” Ever wonder why God measures out his mercies one day at a time?

The recovery we need may be an inside job, but the power to pull it off has to be outsourced.

Here’s a question I asked myself this week: How many of the things that make me feel pressured, perplexed or burdened are really within my control? Answer: Not many. That’s why what’s going on inside us is more important than what’s going on around us.

Not your usual budget sermon. We focus on explaining our priorities, particularly in light of the unusual situation our country is in.

We kicked off our read-the-bible-in-a-year plan for 2021.

Why would Christ leave the joy and peace of heaven to be born into a world ruined by sin, ruled by tyrants and rotten with hate? One word. Love.

We can find entertainment. Fun can be had. Pleasures abound. But the one thing that’s in short supply, scarce as paper towels in the middle of a pandemic, is real, genuine joy.

Do you feel at peace? Or more like a pin ball careening off bumpers, bouncing off the walls and being slapped around by paddles manipulated by an invisible force that is hellbent on driving you insane? Yeah. Me, too. Let me introduce you to someone called the Prince of Peace.

There is an odd calculus in hope. The greater the pain, the more desperate things are, the stronger, more confident hope becomes. Would that be useful to you right about now?