What God Taught Me at the Beach
By Karen Friday
God has a way of speaking to me when I least expect to hear His voice.
Last week my family, minus my son, was on vacation at a beach in South Carolina. We concentrated on relaxation and desired to catch our breath from daily life.
An ocean front condo and grand view of the Atlantic Ocean welcomed us to town as if to say; “Well, hello Fridays. Good to see you. Enjoy.”
Four out of Five
I’m not referring to four out of five dentist recommend a toothpaste. I experienced four out of five of the human senses at the sea.
August 27, 2015 at 9:55 am | Uncategorized
Church Steeple People
“We come worshiping and leave serving.”
Several years ago, my pastor-husband Mike preached a message on how serving God follows worshiping God—in that order.
Worship aligns our heart with the Lord and is the catalyst to serve Him.
Originally a church plant, Believers Church has moved locations several times in our history. Currently, we meet in a former warehouse. A contemporary feel, we have enjoyed stages of renovations to our worship center, meeting areas, offices, and children’s department.
No steeple. No ornate widows or tapestry. No pews. No religious traditions of men.
I’ve seen breath-taking sanctuaries and marveled in architectural designs of churches. The pure beauty of historical cathedrals and the modern design of present day buildings often dazzle our eyes. For good reason—great care was taken to prompt a visual stir.
August 20, 2015 at 9:18 am | Uncategorized
Free Falling—The Ride of Your Life
By Karen Friday
What if this is as good as it gets? Life. Have you ever wondered? When life hasn’t turned out as you once hoped—you’ve felt cheated.
Those endearments people throw into the air, “the best part of your life” or “having the time of your life,” now seem cynical and even cruel.
I remember the day well. An amusement park ride appropriately named Free-fall. The wait in line gave us ample opportunity to watch and ponder the decision to follow through with the adventure.
A fear of heights gave way to assurance from my college friends. I would be fine. I could do this. They would be with me.
Strapping in with other thrill-seekers and traveling to soaring heights, we could see the entire park from the top. I tried to brace myself for the fall, gripping the sidebar until my knuckles turned white. As the sound of an electronic release bellowed behind us, the bottom fell out, dropping us with terrifying speed and force that took my breath.
August 13, 2015 at 8:19 am | Uncategorized
3 Reasons Why You Should Stop Living For Jesus
By Karen Friday
“I didn’t see me do it.”
A spunky four year old, my son Caleb trailed along with me to a school-aged day care. As the program director, I received special permission for him to join the kindergarteners.
The class lined the hallway for the restroom. The daycare worker watched the scene unfold with a momentary lapse of a key rule—keep your hands to yourself. Poking and laughing, the girl behind Caleb wanted his attention. She got it. His hand careened into her shoulder.
Tattletales rose to the occasion. Each eye-witness confirming, “I saw Caleb do it.” As the overwhelming evidence was convicting, he spouted his only hope—he hadn’t seen himself do it. Unlike the others, he couldn’t verify the accounts.
August 6, 2015 at 8:28 am | Uncategorized