...a word from Kathy

I found myself in Georgia last week, on a campus visit with my daughter. It was Sunday morning and I was going through channels looking for a worship service. As you can imagine, the Deep South television offered me numerous choices. So I found myself listening for a few minutes then surfing to the next (kind of like my husband does at night….which totally frustrates me!) I stopped on one station as the congregation was singing a favorite song of mine, “How great is our God”. ♬ ♪How great is our God, sing with me How great is our God, and all will see How great, how great is our God♪ ♬ I listened and sang. Then I watched more closely and saw a lack of expression on every face, a lack of realizing just what we were singing. I saw myself suddenly in Sunday worship. And it grieved me. A few nights before this hotel experience I watched a film named EE-TAOW . It’s a story from New Tribes Mission about the Mouk tribe of Papua New Guinea and how they respond to hearing the...

S he was so very sick. Years of sickness consumed her life. Did she really even have a life at this point? Twelve years of illness, doctors, specialists, medicines, herbal treatments…and still no relief. Her life had now become about survival. Those once close to her were long gone. Those who she once paid to help care for her were gone when her money ran out. She was so obviously sick that those in her small town began to avoid her. She was not important. She was not the leader. She was invisible to many. Several weeks ago I heard a teaching on the hemorrhaging woman. This has always been a favorite scripture of mine and for many reasons. The woman’s belief and faith in Jesus’ ability, Jesus’ immediate awareness that the edge of His cloak had been touched even amongst the jostling crowd, the disciples reaction to His question of “who touched me”. And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years, but on one could heal her. She came u...