Where Work Went Wrong

Ben Van Arragon

Read: Genesis 3:8-19 By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, till you return to the ground . . . for you are dust, and to dust you shall return. (v. 19) At the end of college, my best friend took a job at a factory. Though the work paid well, it was tedious. His coworkers spent breaks counting the days until their retirements. For them, work was empty toil. We were made to desire, and delight in, …

Where Work Began

Ben Van Arragon

Read: Genesis 1:26-31; 2:1-3 God said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth and subdue it, and have dominion over . . . every living thing that moves on the earth.” (1:28) I recently watched a film in which the global population grows exponentially, depleting the earth’s resources. The film reflects the belief that humanity is at odds with the rest of creation. Nothing could be farther from the truth. No sooner does God create humankind than …

Linger Longer

Michelle Christy

Read: John 20:1-18 The disciples went back to their homes. But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb. (vv. 10-11) Family dinners hold a high priority at our house. We eat. We share about our day. We read and apply Scripture. Some days children comply eagerly; other days resistance steals our space. One evening, sensing palpable opposition, I declare, “We’re going to linger at the table and like it.” That was one amazing mom moment! Well, maybe not. Nevertheless, we now …

Not unto Death

Michelle Christy

Read: John 11:1-44 I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live. (v. 25) I read John 11 shortly after my breast cancer diagnosis. God spoke to me from verse 4, “This illness does not lead to death. It is for the glory of God.” Could I trust this as God’s word for me? I wondered, “What if I die? What about God’s word then?” In my heart’s wrestling, I resolved …

Transition Time

Michelle Christy

Read: Luke 2:41-52 Did you not know that I must be in my Father’s house? (v. 49) A word that currently describes my life is transition. This is fueled by the completion of ten years serving with my husband, the president of Northwestern College (Iowa); the graduation and marriage of our eldest; the college journey for our middle child; the relocation to a different home; and the anticipation of a parent entering memory care. Though anxious, I remember that Jesus …