samson Not SAMSON

Our pastor was teaching on the epic and tragic life of Samson out of the Old Testament this past Sunday. He began his talk with a video that portrayed a gritty scene set across a dark battlefield like something you might imagine right out of Middle Earth where Sauron possibly took his last stand against Aragorn and the Fellowship of the Ring - sans Frodo, Sam, and Boromir.

Shepherding A Child's Heart

Parenting is a treacherous job at best. We parents are given no instructions with how to raise little Johnny or Suzy when the stork drops them off on our doorsteps. You'd think you could flip them around and remove their shirt to find their directions printed clearly, in English and Spanish, across their backs. This would make life so much easier after all.

The God-Sized Box

I'm a fairly level headed guy. Mostly anyhow. The only time I'm not is when someone crosses my family. I can not begin to explain to you the rage that courses through my body or what it feels like to black out and lose precious moments in time that you find you did something that you later regret. Things get said. Or yelled rather. Actions happen that can not be rationally explained. I can only liken it to what David Banner feels like when he starts to see red and the next thing you know he sees green... big green... ugly... raging... pissed off green. And the Hulk emerges.