Kevin Wilson

January 28, 2021January 27, 2021

Fighting for Joy

“But we are workers with you for your joy, because you stand firm in your faith.” —2 Corinthians 1:24

We don’t wake up every day in a good mood. We may find ourselves facing a day we do not want to meet and conversations we do not want to have. A lot of us dread what may be around the corner. We may dread the attitude our kids give us upon waking. We may fear a project deadline. Maybe we are too exhausted to meet the day. Each day brings its triumphs and its tragedies. How do we fight to remain joyful, despite the events and challenges of the day? How do we stand firm in the convictions we have developed as believers, work out our faith, and endure all things with joy? We fight for what we believe in. We fight for what we think is true, beautiful, and right, and we fight for what we love. Jesus tells his followers in Matthew 6:34, “Each day has enough trouble of its own.” We do not know what each day will bring; all we can hope for is an idea, so we plan and make provisions for what may come.

December 23, 2020December 23, 2020

The Lessons I Learned from My Pastor

I never dreamed of becoming a pastor as a child. My father owned several trucks, tractors, and a host of other machines, which helped his business thrive. My childhood was filled with pretending to be old enough to use these machines and become just like my Dad. As I became older, I envisioned myself working with large animals as a veterinarian, working alongside farmers providing care for their animals. However, my plans were interrupted by the gospel of Jesus.

November 25, 2020November 25, 2020

Finding the “thanks” in Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving Day has long been a day of reflection, celebration, family, and traditions in America. I have fond memories from my childhood of my Mom cooking a wide assortment of pies accompanied by pans of dressing, bowls of potatoes, and other family dishes, which only made their way to the table once a year. I can still see my Mom making her famous chicken and dumplings as my father, brother, and I prepared ourselves for a day filled with feasting and football.

My experience changed slightly when I moved an hour and a half away from home to attend college. Thanksgiving began to be marked by the end of the semester and the beginning of studying for finals. Those days included a short trip down I-40, leaving the college world behind and journeying to the world and home, which molded my childhood.

Now, this day is marked by creating that same type of home for my children. My wife and I do not live with family nearby, so many of our Thanksgiving Day meals have been spent with people from our faith family. We have been blessed to gather around a table or a living room, enjoying the company of others.