#greg morse

Our world is prone to spiritual slumber. It always has been, and until that trumpet blast at Christ’s return, it sadly shall be. But God does not leave himself without witnesses. In each generation, God raises up loud voices to awaken souls. One of the loudest to ever quake a generation was that of the Reverend George Whitefield (1714–1770).

by Greg Morse | Spurgeon kept the baptismal pool filled — even when no baptisms were scheduled. His people would always have the mission set before them. May our pools be figuratively filled with importunate prayers, compassionate tears, and joyful proclamations of the excellencies of our glorious Christ. May we be fully awake, fully alive, sowing much. And...

Am I sowing discord or delight?

by Greg Morse | When Jesus analyzed his times, he did not flatter his generation. We can paraphrase him as saying, “Your generation is like a group of spoiled children, expecting the other kids — and their God — to do as they...

by Greg Morse | It remained too horrible to imagine. The blood of animals and of men, mingled together upon the altar. In God’s house, against God’s people — Pilate had sent his soldiers to slaughter the unsuspecting Jews like sheep, or pigeons. These Romans did not meet their victims upon the battlefield like men, but played the coward...

by Greg Morse | Imagine yourself on a large ship in the middle of the ocean. In your possession is a small box containing what’s most precious to you. Perhaps a small fortune of gold lies inside. Perhaps a single photograph of a grandmother who raised you from birth. Perhaps the box contains...

by Greg Morse | A flower that never bloomed, fruit that never ripened, a womb that never bore, an egg that never hatched: a wasted life. Perhaps little time remains to say and do what you’ve left unsaid and undone. Perhaps you grimace to look back on a life mostly spent and wonder, “What have I done?” or, “Where did it go?” This is the bed...