Thorns. Naked. Dying already. The clamor doesn’t matter. The nails don’t matter. The anger doesn’t matter. On this little hill called Golgotha only one thing matters. In ten words Jesus spoke...
Sabbath School commentary for discussion on Sabbath, October 12, 2019.
My first memories of worship are laced with music. I held the hand of my Uncle Otis as we (and, I assume, the rest of the congregation) sang “Rock of Ages” during his Church of God services.
A few months ago, I realized I wanted to become friends with the book of Revelation. It’s not a thought that ever occurred to me before that end-of-summer day.