The World Is Dark, but We Know the Light

Gina Butz Christmas, grace, hope, loved, peace 0 Comments

This has been a divisive year. Lines have been drawn and ugliness has risen to the surface in many places. Sometimes the darkness feels all too strong. Jesus understands that kind of world. When he entered it, the Jewish people had endured 400 years of silence from God. They lived under the oppressive rule of Rome. Soldiers walked the streets. Riots …

5 Things Christians Can Do After the Election

Gina Butz culture, dependence on God, hope 6 Comments

On Wednesday, November 9th, we will wake up to a new president. Lord, have mercy. However the chips fall, the next four years will encompass a reality most of us probably would not have chosen. It’s easy to feel helpless in light of the future, but there’s still much that we can, and should, do. We can pray. I’ll be honest-I …

Having Hope in a New Season

Gina Butz expectations, hope, transition 4 Comments

It’s September. The pumpkin spice lattes are back, and the Halloween candy is out, which is how I know it’s autumn (Orlando weather doesn’t really give me any clues). Can I just point out that if you’re buying Halloween candy now, you’re either a great planner AND highly disciplined, or let’s face it-it’s never going to last until October 31. …

Why Christmas Reminds Me to Hope in God

Gina Butz Christmas, expectations, faith, hope 0 Comments

I hate waiting. That’s why I have Amazon Prime. ‘Tis the season of waiting. We wait in lines, for packages to arrive, for family, friends, parties, planes. In the Bible, the word wait is often translated hope. They are intertwined. We must wait for the objects of our hope. Hope feels deeper. We don’t just hope for that gift we …

Hope in a Broken World

Gina Butz faith, grief, hope 1 Comment

A friend’s father loses his battle with cancer. News of an impending divorce. The unexpected death of a young man. Abusive words spoken and then rationalized as biblical. One after another, over the span of a week. Broken. We live in a broken world. I desperately don’t want it to be. I want to have a world where fathers don’t die …