The Stuff of DREAMS

The Stuff of DREAMS

Dreams. When we were little, we were filled with them. Whether we wanted to be an airline pilot, a soldier, a singer, a chef, a truck driver, or a garbage collector, we came alive when we spoke about the future versions of us or the future things we’d accomplish. It...
Is the Church crippled by an identity crisis?

Is the Church crippled by an identity crisis?

Why is identity important? Why is identity related to the effectiveness of our calling? Is the Church in the state of an identity crisis? Be blessed by the devotional of Toby Huyssen, worship leader of Glory Fall band....
Families Are Beautiful

Families Are Beautiful

No matter what I do, I cannot change the fact that I was born to my parents. I inherited my moon eyes and zipper-like lips from my father, and my strange eyebrows (with one end growing upward) from my mother. I cannot change the fact that I have tendencies I picked up...
Slave to Son

Slave to Son

The slave is a mere child born into a heritage of chains. He drags his bare feet across the hot ground, scabs on his knees, scratches on his arms. He owns nothing except the dusty tunic hanging like an oversized sack on his famished frame. He is no one. He is no...
Why am I alive?

Why am I alive?

It’s important that we allow ourselves to explore this question. After all, if we have approximately 70 years of life here on earth (depending, really, on when God plans to take us home), then we should know our purpose. I remember struggling to make sense of why life...