Isn’t it strange, that princes and kings, and clowns that caper in sawdust rings, and common-folk like you and me, are builders for eternity? To each is given a bag of tools, a shapeless mass and a Book of Rules; and each must make ‘ere time has flown, a stumbling block or a stepping stone.… Continue reading Isn’t It Strange?
Dear friends, The Pentecostals of Kentwood is currently looking for a solid ministry couple (or individual) that is talented, self-motivated and creative to lead our Outreach and evangelism ministry. This is currently a volunteer position, and responsibilities would include the following: Directly responsible for Outreach and evangelism for POK in the Kentwood, MI and surrounding… Continue reading Help Wanted: Outreach Minister
We should be less concerned with the signs before us, and more concerned with the signs that follow us.
Prodigals need to know there’s a home to return to, but generally left alone till they come to their own mind… Lost sheep need someone to chase them. Sometimes we get that backwards… waiting for sheep to find their own way (while they’re begging for someone to help them), and hounding on the prodigal to… Continue reading Quoted: Jay Jones on Prodigals and Lost Sheep
by Ralph Cushman I met God in the morning, when my day was at its best. And His Presence came like glory, a sunrise in my breast. All day long His Presence lingered, all day long He stayed with me… And we sailed in perfect calmness, O’er a very troubled sea. Other ships were blown… Continue reading Poem: I Met God