I know the title of this article may seem strange, especially since not long ago I wrote about waiting upon God

It is hard to believe that this is the first Sunday of 2026

Presents have been opened, returns have been made, lights and trees will soon be taken down

Christmastime is upon us, and for many Americans, it is a time to reflect on the first coming of Christ, focusing mainly on His birth.

In Luke chapter 1, the angel Gabriel appears to Zechariah in the temple and declares that he and his wife, Elizabeth, will have a son and are to call him John, which literally means “Jehovah’s gift.”

In Luke chapter 2, it is written that angels appeared to shepherds at night to announce the birth of the promised Messiah, Jesus.

It should be no surprise that the average American is exposed to hundreds of ads daily from phone apps, websites, radio stations, television, billboards, etc.

Throughout November, the topic of thankfulness is preached repeatedly. The word is often used in daily conversations by Christians seeking to remind themselves to "buck up," put on a smile, and show more gratitude in their faith.

I was hit by a ton of bricks just a few days ago. I am speaking metaphorically, of course, since I am still able to write this.

At a young age, in Sunday School class, I learned about Jesus feeding five thousand people with two fish and five loaves of bread.

Statistics reveal that close to one million Americans are addicted to heroin, with over 14,000 overdosing annually.

I remember when I was first invited to Tabernacle Free Will Baptist Church in Kinston, NC.

Something strange happened this week when I stepped outside early in the morning.

So often, the way we respond to others barely rises above the threshold of mediocrity.

François Fénelon (1651–1715) was a French Catholic archbishop, theologian, and writer. Fénelon gained prominence as the tutor to the Duke of Burgundy

On September 10, 1509, a massive earthquake struck the city of Constantinople, claiming over 10,000 lives

When I was a teenager, my brother and I had a friend named Travis who lived down the road from us in a nice neighborhood

I remember, when I was a child, my brother and I wanted to camp out in our front yard