The Journey

“God killed my mother!”  Those are the words I spoke when my mom passed away, just three months after Yeshua claimed my heart on February 21, 1984—the date I asked our Jewish King to “save me.”    I thought this was the beginning of the rest of my life. It was all great and glorious, and I was feeling giddy,...

Helpless

The last few years have been memorable for my family. Sharon and I have been blessed by two thundering little toddlers, and a very special eight-year-old grandson. The eight-year-old is very smart, even brilliant learning how to put together and take apart computers. The two girls, while only weeks apart,...

Musical Homonyms

Those of us attending a recent Shabbat service at the Bethany Center witnessed a unique and vivid demonstration of life and the difference between illuminating a thought or idea with extensive life experience and maturity or presenting a new canvas, ready to experience with youthful energy. Neither being right or wrong—just...