He’d been coming to church and listening to my sermons. He was trying to make sense of the gospel and its claims. One Sunday, I preached a sermon that got through. I
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There Once Was A Farmer
Farming is not for the weak of heart or the soft in spirit.
And as the old farmer works, he asks the Master
I’m the world’s worst critic when it comes to my own preaching. I’m never satisfied, and for good reason: my sermons never do justice to the text. I always find
I love new books. When a publisher’s catalog of upcoming books lands on my desk with a thud, I’m happy. So many books to read, so little time.
I plan on