It is the practice of the congregation that I serve to gather together on Wednesday evenings for a fellowship meal, and what we do after supper truly thrills my soul. We sing consecutively through the Psalter—every word, every verse—and I have the . . . Continue reading →

During the height of Nazi ascendency in early twentieth-century Germany, when the Confessing Lutheran Church was becoming more and more oppressed by the regime, a young preacher gave a sermon on the 58th Psalm. Continue reading →