Human beings like our health. We’re well acquainted with the pain and inconvenience of physical illness. It is a tangible “feeling” that something isn’t right in our body. Often our body tells us to slow down and rest, or through more violent measures, to go to the hospital for help. Other times, it can be
In reality, a Christian’s celebration of Christmas isn’t a memorial of what was, it’s a reminder of what is to come.
If you have ever been on a hike or a hunt and have experienced an oppressive fog, you know how disorienting it can be. Even if you are sitting still, it’s almost ethereal. You know general direction, but you can’t really judge distance well or identify landmarks.
For the first time in too long, I took out my headphones and began to pray. The evening breeze cooled my soaked shirt, causing a chill to rip through my body. Then I broke. Matthew 28:20 seemed to thunder through my mind like a shotgun blast. “I am with you always.”
My heart skipped a beat when a turkey gobbled what sounded like he was behind me. I rolled to my left side attempting to be ready for the bird I heard but could not see.
“All you gotta do is…” Don’t we love heroes? In the darkest hour, they shine bright. The history books praise their valor and we shower them with medals and gifts. They “stepped up”. I can remember one of my high-school football coaches railing on during a halftime pep-talk shouting, “Who is gonna be the hero?”
My feeling about sportsman’s ministry in it’s traditional sense is conflicted…. Here’s why.
It’s OK! You can confess that you don’t have it all together, that life isn’t all right, and that you need someone to pray for you and with you.
Re-learning to love every step of the hunting process has been an amazing shift for me.
As our home in PA began to fill with packed boxes and the move was in full swing, so was the 2017 whitetail archery season. I knew heading into the season that this would be my last as a resident PA hunter.