Woulda – Coulda – Shoulda

Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda were
All childhood bosom friends
And they live near each other
Where the Worry River bends

Though God still loves them dearly
He hopes for them to hear
His voice that calls them to launch out
By faith and not to fear

But instead, they sit at home
And say “Oh, not today.
This is really not the time
Tomorrow, we'll obey!”

Behold, now is the favorable time; behold, now is the day of salvation.
2 Corinthians 6:2b ESV

Woulda – Coulda – Shoulda
by Peter Caligiuri
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Glad to Be His Child

Having a child throw a tantrum in a restaurant is every father or mother’s worst nightmare. People stare, they wonder out loud about your parenting ability. We blush and sweat and rack our brains about what to do, because right then our kid is just making us crazy! But did you ever stop to think that there are days when we act just like that with God. We misbehave, talk back, complain and fuss and sometimes even complain at the top of our lungs to anyone who will listen. But just as any parent who truly loves their child, God doesn’t abandon us in the restaurant. Instead in those moments when we are at our worst, though God will correct us, He still claims us as His own. Now that kind of love and grace is something that makes me say, “He has made me glad, yes He has made me glad!” I hope you enjoy my memorable story and join in us singing this joyful chorus by Leona Bruce Von Brethorst. No matter what we face, what failures we are in the middle of or how far we feel from God, we can still turn back and “Enter His gates, with thanksgiving in our hearts,” because by grace God still claims us as His child!

A Prayer for My Pastor

Lord I’m praying for my pastor
Cause he really needs a bump
You know he's not too stylish
And he preaches like a shlump

I confess I like the coffee
And the donuts when they’re free
But I don’t like the sermons
When they name the sin in me

Sometimes I’ve even thought about
The church just up the street
Where the pastor wears an earing
And his messages are sweet

But at my suggestion
My dear wife began to cry
So, help me Lord be patient
With this homely little guy!

A Prayer for My Pastor
by Peter Caligiuri
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