A sermon based on Isaiah 40…but as relevant as if it appeared on an Internet news source this very morning.
Author: Gene
CrackBerry Christians
This sermon is from the archives of FirstNetChurch.com, a now-defunct site I oversaw a couple years ago. I plan to move all of the sermons from that podcast to this site. I will also add new content along the way.
My Savior Got to Thee
…looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Heb. 12:2 (NKJV) “How Great Thou Art” is one of my favorite hymns. I grew up not…
Somewhere the Night
Somewhere the Night | D. Gene Strother Somewhere the Night Is still and quiet Somewhere the Dreamer Dreams Somewhere the Moon Shines big and bright Somewhere, not here it Seems Somewhere there’s Peace, Tranquility Somewhere the heart beats True Somewhere is where I Ought to be Somewhere, right there with You Somewhere the Night Is…
Hip Shots, Vier
OK, Net typists, time for a few observations from the grumpy Gramps: Decide whether “ur” means “your” or “you are” and stick with it. Or, better, just type the extra letters. Take your time and be sure that you’re using “your” and “you’re” appropriately. Understand that “loose” refers to change in your pocket while “lose”…
Under Jonah’s Hex
Maybe it is my age. Maybe it is my personality. Maybe it is a phase. Whatever it is, I keep finding myself pulled back into the 70’s lately. The latest culprit to drag me back to that simpler time is the upcoming Jonah Hex movie. Jonah Hex was a comic book character. Wikipedia describes him……
Saturday Nights Were Special
Dateline Dallas (and Mineral Wells) TX -Anybody else out there remember Saturday Night Wrestling from the Sportatorium in Dallas back in the 1970s? You do??? Cheers! Read on. If not, read on anyhow for some sweet memories you might yet make… So, I am checking FaceBook the other day and I see the note that…
Unbroken
I have just returned from a family gathering on my mother’s side. My Aunt Nelda and Uncle James hosted it on their gorgeous, sprawling west Texas ranch. They called it Camp Granky, in honor of my maternal grandmother (whom I named as a toddler when I could not manage calling her “Granny,” which my dad…
Is Forrest Gump Smarter Than Barack Obama?
I am going to go ahead and make a snap judgment here and say that men in authority ought not make snap judgments and brash statements. It seems that our current president is finding that it is much easier to be a rock star and make carefully crafted speeches with the aid of a monitor…
And Did She Fly?
There is a nagging pain inside me today. Yesterday, it finally happened. We loaded up her things and moved my Holly 150 miles down I-30 to Texarkana. Sure, it was time. She has paid her dues, gotten her education, worked hard to establish a life for herself, and now she is set to take flight….