Last night Pam and I slept downstairs in our finished basement. When the thermometer dips toward the single digits, our heat pump just can’t keep up—especially in our upstairs bedroom that sits above an unheated garage. When I come down in the morning and the thermostat inside the house is reading in the 50s, I don’t need to check the weather app to know it’s cold outside. So once or twice a year, when the mercury really dives, one of…
A devotion by Isaac Martin This week at Bethany, we will recognize Sanctity of Life Sunday. For each of us, this may bring up different thoughts or emotions. For some, it may stir passion and energy to see the end of abortion and to see unborn children saved from heartbreaking destruction—and rightly so. For others, it may surface painful feelings or shame because of an abortion in their past, for which there is grace and forgiveness. Or it may stir…
Today was a glorious morning at my house. I stepped out the front door while it was still dark. The sky was partially clouded but full of promise—the kind of sky that tells you a beautiful sunrise is on the way. Soon the sun would crest Welsh Mountain and spill warmth across the wet, cold ground. I had an early morning appointment, and by the time I left my coffee meeting at Fireside Café, the sun was shining and a…