flawed fellowship

flawed fellowship

My parents became Christians when I was four years old, so I can’t remember a time when church was not a part of my life vocabulary. The first church was a tiny Assemblies of God congregation which originally met at the showground of our small coal mining town. Optional Sunday extras included a sparrow or…

Dry Bones Arise

Dry Bones Arise

There was a valley, parched and dry. Even more unusual, this valley was filled with bones. Dry dead bones. A man named Ezekiel spoke to them. They attached first with sinews, formed with flesh, and then covered with skin. The man Ezekiel spoke again, and the breath of God filled them with life. They arose,…

The End.

The End.