Storyline Blog

Good morning! I love gathering videos for you all each week. Jack Carroll received the most votes last Saturday, but what about this week? Which of these is your favorite?

Growing up, I didn’t think my mother liked me. I knew she had to love me, she was my mother. But I wasn’t sure she liked me, or at least she didn’t know how to handle me. Mom was quiet and melancholy; I was brash and angry. Melancholy and anger were the mechanisms we each used to cope with the family’s dysfunction. But we had little in common. Well, except for the dysfunction.

But I did know my mother loved me. She said she worried about me, she wanted me to be happy; she wanted me to know Jesus. And she prayed for me every day. Every morning as I got ready for school, I passed the den and caught a glimpse of her reading her Bible and praying.

Maybe she wasn’t close to me, but I saw with whom she was […]

I didn’t ever give much weight to phrase I have been spared until last Saturday morning when I had an undramatic/dramatic experience. Before the idea of being spared seemed like a theologically charged concept which condemned others. But on that morning I understood, for a moment, the freedom that being spared offers.

There was a pelting rain as an SUV, traveling from the opposite direction on the interstate, literally flew through the air, right by my window. It landed between my car and the one behind me, missing everyone, before it […]