by Garris Elkins | Sep 30, 2017 | Courage, Deliverance, Freedom, Future, Honor, Identity, Resurrection, Spiritual Warfare
Yesterday, Jan came into the living room to take a break from editing the final draft of her new book of blessings. She said, “Garris, I just heard the words, “‘Olly, Olly, Oxen free!’ I think the Lord is saying something. ” We both smiled remembering the times as...
by Garris Elkins | Sep 18, 2017 | Creativity, Discipleship, Discipline, Dreams, Giving, Honor, Identity, Intimacy, Kingdom of God
Last night, Jan and I watched the new version of the classic movie, Ben-Hur. One scene touched me more than the others. It was when Jesus was carrying His cross while wearing a crown of thorns stumbling through the streets of Jerusalem toward His crucifixion. As...
by Garris Elkins | Sep 15, 2017 | Courage, Discipleship, Fear, Honor, Humility, Identity, Leadership, Relationships, Revelation, Teaching
There are times when our opinion on a matter of faith is found on the opposite side of the coin from the opinions held by fellow believers. Depending on the season in which we find ourselves, the coin of faith can land on either the head or the tail of an opinion. In...
by Garris Elkins | Sep 5, 2017 | Family, Father, Identity
When you pray for a generation make sure you are praying with the understanding that a generation means all who are alive at this moment. It’s not about old, young or in-between. When you relegate a problem to a generation based solely on a person’s age you...
by Garris Elkins | Aug 27, 2017 | Discipleship, Evangelism, Five-Fold Ministry, Forgiveenss, Freedom, Holy Spirit, Identity, Kingdom of God, Marriage, Redemption, Teaching
One of the most beautiful things about love is choice. If you remove choice from either side of a relationship it is no longer love. I remember the day I asked Jan to marry me. I asked and she said yes. I offered love and she accepted. I did not take Jan by force...
by Garris Elkins | Aug 27, 2017 | Change, Death, Fear, Future, Identity, Promise, Revelation, Thankfulness, Truth, Worship
The old dead oak tree stood on the hill above me, a bark-less memory of another life. This old gray wooden statue held his head high among the young oaks still generations away from the gray of death. They were prospering in the insulated virility of their...
