How is a Christian like a lizard?A lizard is a cold-blooded reptile that can’t make its own body heat. Instead, it depends on energy from the sun. In the early morning, a lizard is so cold it can hardly move. It slowly crawls out into the hot sun to bask a while. When its body… Read More
The Light of Morning at Sunrise
Gray—that’s how it is. Rain, fog, freezing drizzle, snow. My responsibilities demand energy, but the well is dry. More out of habit than hope, I glance out of the window just as the sun finds a little hole in the clouds and plays a sparkling game with the ice. It lasts only a moment, but… Read More
We Have a Guide
Jesus spoke to the people once more and said, “I am the light of the world. If you follow me, you won’t have to walk in darkness, because you will have the light that leads to life.” John 8:12, NLT Shoulders tense, I lean forward as I navigate the narrow, icy road. There are no painted… Read More
God’s Invisible, Ever-present Light
Shine a light away from you in a dark room. Do you see the beam in midair? Probably not. Light beams will be invisible to you when the air is clear. Does that mean they aren’t there? Of course not. When there is dust, water, or other particles in the air, light beams reflect off… Read More
Reflecting God: In Grief
Recently I received some health news I didn’t want to hear. It wasn’t the answer I had prayed for. And now I’m in a pattern I don’t really care for: medical reports, tests, wait, more tests, wait, schedule surgery, ad nauseum. Many of you have been there or watched someone else go through the process.… Read More
Reflecting God: Freckles
I am in the middle of a health investigation: where has all the energy gone? There are lots of answers, and more to come but here’s some of what I know now. I’m low on vitamin D2, the largest percentage of which comes from the infrared rays of sunlight, which you can take into your… Read More
Reflecting God: Moonshine
It was so bright in the bedroom, I thought it must be morning. The clock read 4:27. Okay, morning, but way too early—it’s supposed to still be dark outside. I turned over, and the moonlight was so bright, I had to close my eyes. A white circle, a residual moon-echo, still hung on the inside… Read More
Kathleen S Evenhouse 