How My Community Gave me the Passion to Plant an Urban Church
My life experience and passion for Jesus has prepared me to minister in this community. So I'm honored to be a part of this urban church partnership.
You need to use what God gave you May 26, 2019
Don't despise small beginnings! Everything has got a start to it. God requires we be willing to give Him all that we have so that He can show us how He multi...
How God Spoke to Me Through a Pineapple
"Never underestimate the power of God to speak to you through the most unexpected of places."
‘Is God mad at me?’: Motherly advice for tough questions
A United Methodist woman advises, “Fill your life with love.” Girls receive wisdom about faith and life from women of their grandparents’ generation.
Why Is God Doing This to Me?
God, our Father, and Jesus feel our grief and loss as much or even more than we do. If you hurt, God hurts. If you’re shedding tears, God weeps with you.
What are God’s plans for me?
Today’s post is a repeat from February 2012. I feel like it is an important topic for us to look at again because the verse continues to be misused. —- No verse other than John 3:16 li…
If God Loves Me, Why Am I Still Waiting?
Whether we see it or not, God’s “Wait” does more for us than the feeling of love we would choose for ourselves if we could.
Why God Sent Me to Montreal...
During our recent mission trip to Montreal, our team worked at an organization that serves meals, clothes, and has a grocery store. I worked the checkout line bagging groceries. The girl working the register was a 22-year-old college student originally from China. It was a divine appointment! During our three-hour shift we talked family and life, and she asked about our group and why we were here. She said she was not religious and I said, "Me either. I follow Jesus!" That opened…
How a Beaufort artist’s paintings help ‘fulfill the vision God gave me’
Artist Sonja Griffin Evans uses her painting to capture Gullah life in the Lowcountry.
If God Is with Me, Why Did This Happen?
Every trial you endure has passed through God’s loving hands. And one day, when your faith becomes sight, you will thank him for every difficulty.
5 Lessons On Grief That Help Me Love My Black Friends
Confession: I am terrified of all conversations surrounding race and culture. When things pop up in my newsfeed having to do with Ferguson, the Confederate Flag, Black Lives Matter, I feel
How Can God Forgive Me?
How could a good God forgive those who commit moral crimes? This objection is a powerful challenge to Christianity for anyone who has a sense of the goodness and rightness of justice.
What Fasting Taught Me about God's Sufficiency in Missions
My first time fasting came when I was a missionary. Fasting helped me enjoy God’s good gifts in the appropriate amounts, with the appropriate expectations.
How God Spoke to me Through Push-ups
All I had ever wanted growing up was just to be loved for who I was not for what I had done, was doing, or for anything that I was ever going to do. Instead, I only felt I received attention for the things I did. I felt like I had to earn love, like …
"Why Would God Want Me to Have a PhD?"
Kathy Tuan-MacLean has always been a leader in Graduate & Faculty Ministry.
What God taught me about anxiety and control
... and how I found peace with the help of Thomas Merton, Blessed John Henry Newman and St. John Paul II
What God Chooses to Forget: The Greatest Sermon Nature Ever Gave
God sees all things, knows all things, and remembers all things, except the sins he promises to forget.
How God Spoke to Me Through a Lost Earring
God is always waiting to be found by those who will turn and seek after Him. But even when I am not searching after Him wholeheartedly, He searches after me!
If God can heal me, why won’t He?
Many people have asked Joni Eareckson Tada, “Don’t you want to be healed?” Listen to Joni as she gives her response to the subject of God’s healing.
What My Anxiety Taught Me About God
“How do you live as a Christian when you struggle with anxiety?” She asked me, looking hesitant, embarrassed even, of her question; like she was waiting for me to pacify her with mantras of “Just have faith” or “You don’t believe enough.” I sighed, unsure of what to say. It’s a question I ask myse