This is going to be an unusual devotional, but bear with me. Back in January, facing what I already knew was going to be a climb of a year, I decided that I was not going to burden myself further by attempting to make New Year’s resolutions. Instead, I determined that the best thing I could do over the course of the next 365 days would be to purposefully try to insert some joy into my life. So, on the afternoon of January 1st, I sat down and did two things. First, I wrote dow

In a flurry of anxiety over how to introduce “This Little Light of Mine” to our congregation in a non-offensive/appropriating way, I recently did a deep dive into the history of the song. One the pages of Google and Wikipedia, I met Rutha Mae Harris. Rutha Mae was a member of The Freedom Singers, a quartet formed by the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee tasked with using music to educate, organize, and raise funds for the Civil Rights Movement across the U.S. Rutha Ma

I need the Savior every hour, in joy and in pain. And He is there. His presence filled us with rejoicing and with comfort. He helped us to grieve and to celebrate.

It’s not about ignoring hardships, but finding joy in Christ despite them.

By linking arms, speaking with peace, and gathering people, a positive civic narrative can be created, finding joy in the journey.