Meg Bucher

Jan 24, 2025 | crosswalk.com | Meg Bucher

Crosswalk Video Repentance isn’t easy, but it’s part of walking toward eternity with Jesus. Tonight’s verse reminds us of the beauty in turning from sin and... Updated Jan 24, 2025 Father, The apostle John captured Jesus’ proclamation:  “I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd sacrifices his life for the sheep.” (John 10:11).

Jan 24, 2025 | crosswalk.com | Meg Bucher

Crosswalk Video Repentance isn’t easy, but it’s part of walking toward eternity with Jesus. Tonight’s verse reminds us of the beauty in turning from sin and... Updated Jan 24, 2025 Father, Help us to embrace the process and purpose of repentance. None of us like to be called out on our bad habits, addictions, and sins, God.

Jan 8, 2025 | christianity.com | Meg Bucher

“Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” Psalm 23:4 David, the author of this psalm, knew the power of prayer and the unmistakable evidence of God’s hand of protective power in dire situations. Firefighters accept the daily pursuit of walking into fires. They are heroes among us that face the shadow of death and great peril, voluntarily. What hope do the shepherd’s tools in Psalm 23:4 grant?

Dec 10, 2024 | crosswalk.com | Meg Bucher

“Don’t worry about missing out” (Matthew 6:30, MSG). The clamor of my calendar, cluttered with Christmas celebrations, proves the squares in my planner for each day are way too small. After everything was cancelled during the pandemic, the flood of old traditions returning doesn’t mean writing tiny to fit all of the things into one square. One life cannot hold all of the holiday traditions. No planner is equipped for that.

Dec 9, 2024 | crosswalk.com | Meg Bucher

A Reminder to BreatheYour Nightly Prayer for Dec. 9, 2024by Meg BucherTONIGHT’S SCRIPTURE“The Lord merely spoke,and the heavens were created. He breathed the word and all the stars were born.” – Psalm 33:6 NLTSOMETHING TO PONDER This verse echoed in my mind as I entered the big beige tube. “Breathe …just breathe,” I told myself. Christmas music played through the headphones the nurse had given me, but I could still hear the clunking and whirring of the MRI.