Mark 6
Mark 6 reminds me of going home. No matter how accomplished an individual becomes, our family and neighbors forever remember us as the kid next
June 8, 2015
Mark 6 reminds me of going home. No matter how accomplished an individual becomes, our family and neighbors forever remember us as the kid next
Luke 6 reminds me of the song about working for the weekend. We work hard to earn time off, but often find ourselves missing something
John 6 reminds me of the neighbor’s pool. In the dog days of summer, it offered us hours of fun and relief from the heat.
Acts 6 reminds me of the first day of Kindergarten. I remember immediately hating it. It felt just like the new shoes I was forced
Romans 6 reminds me of friends whose fathers were police officers. They seemed to escape any punishment for our petty crimes. I always suspected their
2 Corinthians 6 reminds me of the starving years. That is how I describe the necessary struggle of young adulthood. Limited resources force hard choices;
Galatians 6 reminds me of a recent psychology lecture that posed the question, how do you know what someone believes? His short answer was, observe
1 Timothy 6 reminds me of status symbols. Every generation has them. From luxury cars, to expensive shoes; people carry and possess things that reflect
Hebrews 6 reminds me of boat anchors. The type and weight required is directly proportional to the sea bottom and vessel size. An anchor must
1 Corinthians 6 reminds me of the belt-loop principle. Early in my career, a new management philosophy was introduced to our company; “for every negative,