... the decision; he said "yes" to God and spent the rest of his life figuring it out. It's been more than four decades since my confirmation. More than forty years have passed since I said "yes" to the questions you will hear in just a moment; since Rev. Ralph Richardson placed his calm and steady hand on my young and squirrelly head and said the words we will say to you. In so many ways, the world is so different. At that time, there were no wars raging that I knew of, and we thought drugs were something you ...
... , Jim has a mole on the back of his neck and I have a birthmark on the sole of my foot." (I will spare you a display of the evidence.) It was the mark that set me apart as a unique individual. But more important, I remember the day Rev. Ralph Richardson placed his hands on my head and confirmed me as a disciple of Jesus Christ. I remember the night at Cherry Run Camp when I responded to an altar call and the invitation to give my life to Christ, and Daddy Ross put his hands on my shoulders and prayed ...
... frenetic, God can't even catch up with us." [2] Physically, emotionally, spiritually, we were created in the image of God, and like God, we have a need for rest, for renewal, for Sabbath. On the seventh day, God rested...and so should we. Rev. Ralph Richardson was the pastor of my baptism and confirmation. Can you believe he met with a bunch of seventh graders every Saturday morning for confirmation? Honestly, I don't remember much he taught us, but I will never forget his warm, gentle spirit. I remember ...
... goes on to point out that the setting of the text suggests the writer believed he was describing a supernatural event. Alan Richardson finds here the teaching that Christ is Lord of the seas. "This event is used to illustrate the unity of Christ with the ... the treacherous waters and cry out, "Lord, save me." Faith begins at that moment when we give up and God takes over. Pastor Ralph Wallace6 tells of a woman working in the cotton mills of North Carolina. Above the looms was a sign, "If the thread tangles ...
