Randy Alcorn

A. W. Tozer wrote "Every soul belongs to God, and exists by His pleasure. God being who and what He is and we being who and what we are, the only thinkable relation between us is one of full Lordship on His part and complete submission on ours."  

Our future resurrection is solidly grounded on Christ's past resurrection. No wonder the devil is so adamantly opposed to Easter, and the historicity of Christ's resurrection, and all it means (including Satan's doom).

Worry has a way of chasing after us. It tries to grab hold of us, bleed off our energy, and rob us of joy by limiting our vision to a short-sighted perspective of this life's circumstances. That's why one of my favorite passages is Matthew 6:19-34, where Jesus unveils an investment formula for a secure future and a worry-free present.  

If you haven’t seen this video, it’ll make your day. I just watched it again as I took a brief break from final revisions on my book. Think of it as God’s common grace at work in this world.  

My friend Denny Hartford, director of Vital Signs Ministries, brought this video to my attention on his blog. Denny writes, "Wouldn't it be nice if we could get a clear, concise and persuasive presentation of adult stem cells as being the only valid hope for Parkinson's, diabetes, and other diseases on a popular national TV program like Oprah?" Well, it happened.  

Five years ago I received an e-mail from our friends Pat and Rakel Thurman, who had been corresponding with a tour group that was going to Egypt. This group had a special request: they hoped to find the humble grave of missionary William Borden, which was mentioned in my book The Treasure Principle.

Biblical illiteracy among Christians is arguably at an all time high, with chilling implications that can hardly be overstated. I know that various things in the church will inevitably change, such as songs and hymns taking on new forms, and that's fine. What isn't fine is for God's people to neglect His Word.  

My friend Barry Arnold pastors Cornerstone Church here in Gresham, Oregon. Last year he sent an email to his church regarding prayer. It’s worth quoting.

This year in October (2009), it will be twenty-eight years since my mom died of cancer. Our Angela was only four months old then, so while Mom held Angie and fawned over her and loved her dearly, Angie wasn't old enough yet to understand what had happened.