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Everyone wants the sunshine.
“Oh, what a beautiful day,” they say,
as they pass by on the sidewalk
heading to the park
or a baseball game.
“Isn’t this the best weather?”
they ask,
unaware that there is –
standing beside them –
one who despises the very weather
they so adore.

“Well, really…” I begin to say,
“I wish it was raining.”
The air suddenly becomes tense,
and a look of absolute horror
lights upon their face.

I guess some people just don’t understand.
When the rain comes, I stand out in it.
I open my eyes and arms
and embrace the powerful drops
of refreshing peace
as they flood over me.
I feel like a new man – a new creation.

That’s why I love the rain.

This poem © Kevin Walker. Published September 2013.
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Once you get past
all of the doubts and fears,
all of the harsh words and critical ideas,
you’ll find yourself 
finally able to breathe.
Breathing is the first action,
and living,
really living,
follows after.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published September 2013.
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  “But as for you, O man of God, flee these things. Pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, steadfastness, gentleness.” – 1 Timothy 6:11   Growing up, I always wanted to be the best. I wanted to be the point guard who led his team to victory. I wanted to be the person who hit the game …

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 Image Credit You have nothing and you gain nothing without the eternal love of God working through your life. God is love; therefore, love is vital. 1 John 4 commands us to love one another because love is from God. The fruit of being born of God and the fruit of knowing God is the […]

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The streets are crumbling here,

the sidewalks interrupted by green weeds.
Mrs. Jones’ house isn’t kept up anymore.
It’s been ten years now since she passed away.
Isn’t it funny how an afternoon can pass so slowly,
yet a life can pass so quickly?
I worry about old Mr. Thames.
It’s been six months since he lost his bride of fifty-three years.
I see him sitting on the front porch every morning,
staring off into the distance,
unable to accept his new reality.
Life can deal you a cruel hand sometimes.
And people lower their head around you, 
hoping you’ll eventually just move on.
But I’ve learned there’s no such thing as moving on.
Life always leaves it’s indelible mark on us.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published September 2013.
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We are truly blessed to introduce for the first time the Bulgarian Study New Testament. The text is specifically designed and printed for Bulgarian immigrant churches outside of Bulgaria and specifically for the Goodwin need of Bibles, study guides and leadership literature among the Bulgarian Churches in North America. This first edition contains: Revised protestant Bible History […]

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  “Most assuredly, I say to you, he who believes in Me, the works that I do he will do also; and greater works than these he will do, because I go to My Father.” – John 14:12 As our Student Ministry prepares for our Student Takeover service for Sunday night, we look at the …