The other week, I was making my way from the office suite toward the church lobby. It was early morning, and the sunlight was blinding as it streamed through the large lobby windows, bouncing off the freshly fallen snow, intensifying the glare. The hallway lights were off—no need to illuminate the whole building when only staff’s here. And I was in a hurry to get to the men’s restroom—for obvious reasons, after enjoying my morning coffee. If you know the…
“Who dares despise the day of small things?” (Zechariah 4:10) The room buzzed with the nervous energy of sixth graders. Snack crumbs littered the table, school backpacks strewn on the floor. We’d been there almost an hour, and my planning agenda sat in ruins. I was way out of my league, trying to wrangle a group of boys who seemed more interested in cracking jokes than planning anything. It was the fall of 2007, and we were sitting at my kitchen…
Written by a Bethany family member… As I sat last night and viewed the devastating Los Angeles fire destruction, I sat in absolute shock. I felt my heart loading up with ache and feeling pain for those living through a living hell. I saw footage of a woman, tears dripping down her face, saying she awoke to an everyday routine on Wednesday and by evening had lost absolutely everything. Everything. That could be me tomorrow. I think the whole country…