Acts

Acts 11 reminds me of our need for water.  I remember football practice in the heat of August, at a time when coaches believed withholding

Acts 12 reminds me of the devastation of watching a loved one struggle with alcohol addiction.  A common cycle is repeated; we cling onto any

Acts 13 reminds me of two types of leaders.  There are those that inspire and elevate everyone around them; and others that incite and escalate

Acts 14 reminds me of the walking wounded.  Those are the folks that have endured through difficulties, and carry the scars to prove it.  Many

Acts 15 reminds me of hazing.  That is the ritualized harassment of potential new members to an organization.  While it is often associated with fraternities,

Acts 16 reminds me of red lights.  I am impatient, and frequently grumble when I am stuck waiting. I rarely think about a purpose in

Acts 17 reminds me of Junior High.  It was a formative time when many young people explored their abilities.  Some discovered music or sports; others

Acts 18 reminds me of moving to Georgia.  It was my 3rd assignment in less than 2 years, and again, I did not know a

Acts 19 reminds me of motorcycle helmet laws.  Some flaunt the requirements by wearing novelty gear that technically covers the head, but offers no real

Acts 20 reminds me of saying goodbye with tears.  My mom hated those emotional times and would sometimes sneak out early to bypass a tearful