People of the north are familiar with the term SAD — Seasonal Affective Disorder. It affects all age groups and genders and is determined to be brought on by lack of light.
I would like to start by thanking Mike Nesper and the staff at the Star for allowing the faith community to share the things that God is doing in our neighborhoods and churches. This opportunity is greatly appreciated.
I greet you in the name of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. 2013 was a prosperous year for Eagle River Missionary Baptist Church. God added to our church and we were able to pay off two mortgages; he has blessed us indeed. With God’s continued guidance and help, we will pay off our final mortgage in two years.
“Hey Mom, I’m starving!” If you’re a parent, you’ve probably heard those words hundreds of times. I know I did when my children were small, and then as teenagers they seemed to have bottomless pits instead of tummies.
“And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me” (Matthew 25:40).
Growing up in a Hindu home surrounded by hundreds of gods and goddesses, the concept of serving only one God sounded too good to be true. For as long as I could remember, all I ever wanted was to serve one God who could talk to me. All the idols in my house sat disappointedly silent.
So, it’s time for another New Year’s resolution. I don’t remember if I’ve ever kept one for an entire year. Every year at this time, people all over America resolve to make changes in their lives. What kind of changes? I read somewhere that the number one resolution is to lose weight. According to a 2009-10 study by the CDC, nearly 70 percent of U.S. adults over age 20 were overweight.
Top performers in any field become good at problem solving because they learn to see how things connect. When we learn how things connect, problems become less complicated.
As this beautiful, cloudless morning lays quiet in snow-covered splendor, it’s easy to let my mind wander back to the day that the Christmas story truly began. Long before St. Nick and so many other things that have become associated with Christmas, in the small town of Bethlehem was born the child Jesus.
As we commemorate the birth of Jesus Christ two millennia ago, we offer our testimony of the reality of his matchless life and the infinite virtue of his great atoning sacrifice. None other has had so profound an influence upon all who have lived and will yet live upon the earth.