Mission

“In Him was life, and the life was the light of men.” (John 1:4 ESV)

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Final Score

by Macy Johnson

“Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.”
(Psalm 46:10 NIV)

My husband and I watch college football and basketball games after they have been played. We record sporting events on our digital video recorder in order to fast-forward through commercials.

One recent game was played between intense, in-state rivals. The anxiety of the crowd and players unfolded before us on TV, although the score was already in the books. The fans had long gone home.

Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Destination Second Chance

by Macy Johnson

“Give thanks to the Lord, call on His name; 
make known among the nations what He has done.” 
(Psalm 105:1 NIV)

“Oh no!” was all I could mutter at the sight of flashing blue lights in my rear-view mirror.

“Pull over into the next side street!” the sheriff’s speaker blared. Shaking his head, the officer gently inquired, “Mrs. Johnson, where are you going in such a hurry? I clocked you at 42 miles per hour in a 25 zone.”

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Donuts and Keys

by Macy Johnson

“A time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.”
(Ecclesiastes 3:4 NIV)

On February 17, 2017, my husband and I drove from Georgia to North Carolina to celebrate our grandson’s birth.

When we arrived at the hospital entrance, our son-in-law appeared at the double doors. I rode the elevator up to our daughter’s room, while the men drove to Vortex Doughnuts for celebration delicacies.

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Bananas

by Macy Johnson

“Our mouths were filled with laughter, our tongues with songs of joy. Then it was said among the nations, ‘The Lord has done great things for them.’”
(Psalm 126:2 NIV)

Sunday morning worship concluded a few minutes early. The choir room emptied as I slipped out of my pianist robe and hung it on the hanger.

I exited the church alone, music bag in hand, and leather coat wrapped snugly against the wind. The needle on my car’s gas gauge was approaching empty and I needed to pick up a few items at the local grocer on my way home.