A sermon on the cosmic Christ who remembers us, hears our smallest prayers, and holds us in covenant love, from the cross to our Thanksgiving tables.
Salvation is not stored away for heaven alone but lived out in service, meeting real needs, welcoming strangers, and bearing costly love.
When grace moves through the ordinary, will there still be light in the house—and room in your life—for it to stay?
Jesus doesn’t fit in our barns—he invites us to his table. Where in your life is Christ already holding space for your soul to be fed?
The Holy Spirit moves in, reshaping our lives and tuning our hearts, making us a home for divine love to dwell, grow, and send.
One son tried to earn it, the other feared he’d lost it—what keeps us from trusting that the father’s reckless love is truly meant for us too?
God’s table is set and your place is ready. What’s stopping you from receiving grace—and sharing it with someone who needs the invitation?
God’s reign often begins small and hidden, like seeds and yeast, yet grows into shelter and hope. Where will you fan the flame of simplicity?