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I saw this picture during Holy Week last week as we came up to Easter and it touched me. S0 true. I was so happy to see churches rallying in an effort to bring the worship experience into our homes. People were excited to get their devices ready to watch the sermon. Some churches even offered communion online. Imagine that! It was great. What a joy to see that nothing can stop the Church of Jesus Christ from getting its message through to people!           Yesterday, I heard a message and one simple phrase just jumped out to me, that really, had nothing to do with the sermon. “A week later…”, it said in John 20:26. The message was about Thomas coming to believing when he finally saw Christ. But what caught my attention was that, here we are, one week after Easter, and I wonder if Jesus is still out of the grave for many of us.           Not being able to meet together in a building has f...

Dear sisters, can I be totally honest here? It's happening again. Many years ago, when churches discovered radio and then TV, many began broadcasting their services, and there were programs of all kinds, from talk shows to prayer to teaching shows. And it was good. It was great to see the Word of God travel through the airwaves and reaching those who otherwise would never have set foot inside a church, or were home bound. Now, church was coming to us, right into our living rooms. Yes, it was great.      Unfortunately, like everything in life, his coin had another side. Soon, some started abusing the privilege, and a few even drained their listeners bank accounts, especially those more vulnerable, using less than ethical practices to get them to send their money in. Others used the medium and their personal charisma to fill up their churches with curious or unhappy members of other congregations who thought that the grass would be greener on the other side. Yet others...

My heart is heavy today. This week, way too many things are weighing on my heart. My father, who is on the eve of his ninety-third birthday, took ill about a month ago, and since then has endured more health issues than he has through his entire lifetime. At the time I am writing this, he lays on a hospice bed, pretty much just waiting to die. The burden is heavier on my sister, who is facing all decisions and complications, that all of a sudden are multiplied by the current stay-at-home situation, and being separated by 1100 miles. My heart is also heavy for my son, my first born, whom I have not seen in three months, also 1100 miles away, and has not answered his phone for two days. The fear of the unknown takes over. I worry about his health, his finances, his emotional state. My heart is heavy for my older sister, who pretends to be strong and yet internalizes her pain so not to worry her loved ones, to the point of getting physically sick. My heart is heavy because o...