Tag  |  stewardship

so many parables

Parables. Jesus told a ton of them: The parable of the sower (Matthew 13:3-23), the mustard seed (Matthew 13:31-32), the hidden treasure in the field (Matthew 13:44-46), the vineyard workers (Matthew 20:1-16), the good Samaritan (Luke 10:30-37), the lost sheep (Luke 15:4-7), the prodigal son (Luke 15:11-32), and so on.

treasuring god

Rumors have swirled and intrigue abounded over the life and bank accounts of Huguette Clark, the reclusive heiress of a vast copper mine fortune. Though she owned mansions, exclusive estates, and posh New York high-rise apartments, Clark lived in a hospital room. She was in good health, but for mysterious reasons chose to live in the hospital—registered under a false name. The last known photograph of Clark was taken in the 1930s. She died in 2011, but continues to be the subject of public fascination. Curious minds want to know: How did Clark use her vast treasure?

money matters

I was looking at my bank account recently. The dismal amount led me to think about how I could grow my money. You know, as someone in my mid-30s, I ought to have a healthy sum stashed away for rainy days, right? The next thought that came to my mind was: Hmm . . . maybe I should cut back…

intercepting entropy

John Ortberg, in one of his sermons, told of an interview with Max Dupree, the former CEO of Herman Miller, a renowned office furniture company. “Max is asked to speak a lot about leadership, and at one session somebody asked him what the most difficult thing was that he personally had to work on. This was Max’s response: ‘It’s the…

no brown m&m’s

When rock band Van Halen was riding the wave of popularity, they insisted that a bowl of M&M’s be provided for them backstage at their concert venues. Yet every brown M&M had to be removed from the bowl. If the band arrived and found even a single brown M&M in the bowl, they would cancel their performance but still receive…

one, two, three . . .

When my son was a toddler, I played a game with him that made a big splash—literally. As I stood in the water, just a few feet from the edge of the pool, I would reach out my arms and encourage him to leap from the safe terra firma to me. I would count, “One . . two . .…

God's currency

Clothes were packed, medical cards were set aside in case of an emergency, and my two-page list of instructions lay neatly folded in an envelope. More than capable, my in-laws had kept our children on numerous occasions. But we wanted them to know our heart so that our children would be cared for in the way we care for them.…

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