matt tullos: writer
In the hotel room in Hammond waiting for my day to begin. Lord, I pray for you to use what little I have this morning. Multiply it as fish and loaves. We will drive to the church in a while and then after church rest at someones home. Being an introvert, that is always the […]
I got Caleb to wear jeans! We are about to leave. I was a little worried about driving my car here but everything has been fine so far. Pleased to revel in God’s providence. I’m a little concerned about how Caleb will respond to boredom today,
This reading could be used during the Easter season or for a Lord’s Supper service. The voice-over part could be a recorded voice, an offstage voice, or readers onstage. Scripture Reader 1: “Then Pilate took Jesus and had him flogged.” Scripture Reader 2: “The soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on his head. […]
We wait on Him, but O how often He must wait on us! Train your mind to believe supernaturally and life will burst forth in faith that is both mysterious and definitive God is big enough to handle your gigantic doubts Dash your envy against the rock and there you will find peace in Your […]
Caleb and I will be leaving for Bogalusa LA. I’m sure I’ve been there as a child but can’t recall. I’ll be at Westside Emmanuel Baptist Church, speak in Morning and Evening services. Praying the car survives.
He: We have a message for Anna. She: It’s not one that we can simply speak. Because Anna sometimes doesn’t even know who she is. Not that she is mentally incapable. Not that she has some type of ailment or handicap. He: Anna is simply not easily found. She: But she’s there. He: We try not to think about her […]
Caleb and I are heading on adventure tomorrow to Bogalusa. But first we’ll plan to stop in New Orleans to see the sights and hit some cajun food. Looking forward to it and praying for Abey Baby (my old car) to get us everywhere we need to go on time.
Before there was anything there was a Name. Before seas and land, before dust was formed into flesh Before Babel’s broken tower, before the ark was set in place Before there was anything Before prophet, priest or king…
What could I compare you to my old friend? What could I know better than the memory of you. The one to see me through To hide the thought of you in a small brown paper bag concealed in my head the vision of the summer’s shine the smile so kind the hopes resigned You […]