Logical thought applied to faith incites solid belief and great love. So, how can parents lead their children in the pursuit of truth and help foster a generation of thinkers who will use their God-given minds to lay hold of Christ?
It is good and right to ask God to provide needs and wants. But ultimately, our prayers must be for his glory and his will. All other prayers—for provision and healing and safety and peace—must remain subordinate to the desire for God himself.
Dayspring Christian Academy is a Classical Christian school that ascribes to a philosophy called the Principle Approach, the method of education employed in America from its founding until roughly 100 years ago.
The contest for the hearts of our children is real, literal, and perpetually raging. The enemy does not sleep. He operates with Machiavellian brilliance. We must be intentional, relentless, and confident in our pursuit of Deuteronomy 11:19, “You shall teach them to your children, talking of them when you are sitting in your house, and when you are walking by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise.” Failing to indoctrinate our children in the truth of the gospel is antithetical to loving them.
When we plead with God for relief from pain and don’t get what we petition for, we wonder where God has gone. But sometimes we don’t see him in our supplications because he is not there. God does not inhabit our petitions. He is “enthroned on the praises” of his people (Psalm 22:3).
The Bread of Life ate the bread of adversity so that we could break bread with him in eternity.
Seven years ago, I had cancer. It was rare and fast growing and came out of nowhere. Despite my trust in Christ, and knowing that I would be with him if this cancer took my life, the fear I felt was persistent and, on a few terrible days, crippling.
If you are past a certain age, or if you are averse to paying for cable or satellite television, you may be familiar with rabbit ears. They are those metal, V-shaped antennas that, when positioned just so, may or may not allow you to receive a few channels on your TV.
Some months ago, R. C. Sproul was asked which doctrine he struggles with most. He replied: “Hell.”
I clung to my mother, nearly breaking skin as I sunk my fingers into her arm. Trembling, heart pounding, terrified, I buried my face into her lap. She sat helplessly, stroking my hair and talking softly to me until I grew calm.
The source of my terror? Absolutely nothing.
My husband and I often don’t see eye to eye. After 31 years of marriage, you’d think that we would have figured out how to navigate our differences. We do love each other. We both have come to understand, by God’s grace, that love is not a feeling but a choice. People who don’t have that figured out don’t last 31 years...
There is a sliver of me that doesn’t want to give any gifts this Christmas—at least not to my family. It’s not because I don’t think they deserve gifts, or that they’ve been “bad” in some way. I have a wonderful family. And I love giving them presents.
It’s just that part of me wishes Christmas was a bit different than what it’s turned out to be...
My husband and I have a prodigal.
She came to us when she was nine, and left us just before her eighteenth birthday. We were certain (and still are) that God brought her to us. She was alone in the world. A literal orphan. Her mother died when she was six. Her father was incarcerated. Her extended family couldn’t care for her. I noticed her because of her beauty — impossibly huge brown eyes, a wavy chestnut pixie cut that framed her innocent face, and a confident countenance that defied her inner turmoil, a turbulence birthed through years of trauma and abandonment. It didn’t take long for God to show us that she belonged in our family...
Philosophy would have us think on the deepest possible levels of our existence and that of the world. Literally the love of wisdom, Philosophy exhorts us to learn, and learn some more the core and basic nature of our purpose. Historically, this lofty exhortation has been relegated to the greatest minds. Locke, Epicurus, Aquinas, Confucius, Plato, Aristotle, and others have sought to explain man, his nature, and his existence. They searched, they debated, and they wrote; and the masses read. The winds of intellectual thought, available knowledge, and the prevailing school of thought at the time, blew through these great minds to arrive at truths that were sometimes true, but often times folly at the hands of brilliance; a true chasing after the wind...
Two weeks ago was my first day of school, for the fiftieth time — my thirty-second as an educator. Twenty-eight of those years I spent teaching in public school, and the last three in the Christian school where my husband and I sent our children.
Unlike many Christian schools, this particular one goes beyond tacking a few Bible classes onto their classical curriculum. Here, the Bible is the heart of the curriculum. Every day, in every subject, in every class, the students are taught that God is the Creator of every bit of information. Teaching at this school goes past merely imparting knowledge. The goal is to use the subjects as vehicles to behold the glory of Christ...
If the doors of St. Luke’s were open, we were there. While the men had their meetings and the women worked their sloppy-joe magic in the church kitchen, we kids played in the bowels of the church basement, losing ourselves in exploration, ping-pong, and hide-and-seek. We were (fairly) careful not to disturb Mrs. Scheffer’s felt board and puppets. And it was awfully fun to play the old pump organ downstairs in the Primary Room...