Pastor Sam Crabtree is Bethlehem's Executive Pastor and Lead Pastor for Life Training.
One of the things that I appreciated (and now miss) about my dad was his availability. Even though he lived on the West Coast, the past several years were filled with many rich conversations, sometimes with phone calls from home or on the road. He...
The physicians tell Bob Goris that his cancer is terminal. Previously sentenced to prison, he has been released to receive treatment and to die. Bob regularly updates his loved ones. Here is last week’s installment, used with permission. Dear...
The Minnesota legislature’s actions have no bearing on whether nature will be what it is. The moon faces the earth no matter how many might like it to not be so. No matter how many decry how unfair it is that only astronauts get to see the back side...
Truly God has chosen the despised things to shame the wise: the period, the dash, and a teeny, tiny hyphen.—Betsy Howard, writing in the BCS newsletter about God’s word
If I say, "Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light about me be night," even the darkness is not dark to you; the night is bright as the day, for darkness is as light with you.––Psalm 139:11 David states the obvious: The God who speaks...
Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.― William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. "Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go...
You have fixed all the boundaries of the earth; you have made summer and winter.—Psalm 74:17 He who gathers in summer is a prudent son, but he who sleeps in harvest is a son who brings shame.—Proverbs 10:5 Another secret of the universe: Sometimes...
In summer the empire of insects spreads.—Adam Zagajewski While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.—Genesis 8:22
“Come with me," Mom says.To the library. Books and summertimego together.― Lisa Schroeder, I Heart You, You Haunt Me The library in summer is the most wonderful thing because there you get books on any subject and read them each for only as long as...
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. ― John Lubbock, The Use of Life