by Garris Elkins | Sep 11, 2017 | Faith, Hope, Love
This morning, because of a ministry assignment, I found myself in a motel room in a city several hours from my home. When I turned on CNN to see the aftermath of Hurricane Irma, the coverage broke away from that event to go to a memorial service honoring the 9/11...
by Garris Elkins | Sep 10, 2017 | Courage, Death, Discipline, Faith, Freedom, Hope, Peace, Restoration
In the Spirit, I saw a person walking across a high-wire stretched between two destinations. They looked like a circus performer midway between two supporting poles inside a large tent. There was no safety net below to catch them if they fell. People were gasping as...
by Garris Elkins | Sep 1, 2017 | Courage, Creativity, Culture, Evangelism, Holy Spirit, Hope, Jesus, Kingdom of God, Leadership, Prophecy, Restoration, Spiritual Warfare, Teaching
The words we write and speak are like artillery rounds that strike the shoreline of a human heart. Communication in any form, verbal or written, is like a pre-invasion artillery barrage that a navy will use to pound a hardened and fortified shoreline just before...
by Garris Elkins | Aug 30, 2017 | Family, Hope, Love, Marriage
The greatest loneliness is not to be single. It is to be married to someone who does not share the same spiritual oneness with God that you experience. As impossible as it can seem, especially in moments of deep discouragement, never forget that you are already...
by Garris Elkins | Aug 21, 2017 | Five-fold, Hope, Kingdom of God, Truth
Soon the natural event of the solar eclipse will be over and we will return to life as we know it – a life where true justice can be absent for many people. My wife, Jan, is finishing her new book, Blessings of Hope and Joy. Jan is writing her blessings from the book...
by Garris Elkins | Aug 13, 2017 | Creativity, Discipleship, Father, Giving, Honor, Hope, Identity, Mercy, Obedience, Redemption
My father was a contractor. He built houses. Most of my summers were filled with manual labor on his job sites. My brother and I were my father’s backhoe. I spent many a hot summer day down in a ditch with a pick and shovel. Our crew was a constantly changing group...
