It’s cold outside. Though the sun is shining, the air is filled with winter’s chill. But I sit inside with my coffee in hand. I am safe. I am comfortable. I hear the heater click on; a rush of warm air fills the room. I am not worried about having enough food to eat. I am not worried about whether my children will freeze to death in the night. I am not worried about being hunted down for my ...
The Village Blog
We are pulled in many directions: work, family, ministry, fitness and many other activities tug at our schedules. The more we are tugged, the more we have to work to guard the time we give to personal study of our Bibles. When we are at last able to sit down to read, we want every precious minute to count.
My mother would tell you that I came out of the womb kicking and screaming. I was a headstrong, willful and independent little girl. Then I was saved at the age of 9, and God began to transform my heart. And now, at the age of 39, I am still being transformed.
Walking into The Village Church, you will see a welcome center, more commonly known as “Connection Central,” before you make your way to the worship center. The individuals who serve in this ministry are called “Connectors,” and their purpose is to serve you. They have been praying for you and expecting your arrival.
I’m not sure what this verse means. Many great thinkers have offered their varied interpretations of the meaning behind Paul’s words, some of which seem plausible; however, regardless of their opinions, it remains a difficult verse.
Not long ago, I had the privilege of attending my grandmother’s 90th birthday party in Michigan. She’s a godly, humble woman who laughs often and prays more. Over the years, I have watched her work, serve and sacrifice for her family in remarkable ways.
When Matt Chandler preached about racial reconciliation a few weeks ago, he followed it up with a list of several great books to increase your “ethnic IQ.” This past weekend, he preached on the sanctity of human life and the subject of abortion. This is one of the most important human rights issues in our lifetime, yet many of us are woefully uninformed. Below, you’ll find a list of ...
Some of my favorite memories as a child were Saturday mornings with my dad. We’d hit flea markets, Half Price Books and garage sales scouting for treasures and talking.