Tag Archives: Esther

                        by Marti Fischer There was a time — not too long ago — when a generation on the edge of despair was set ablaze by the Spirit of … Continue reading →

by Marti Fischer There’s a reason some songs never fade. They don’t rely on production or cleverness. They carry something true. Something timeless. And if ever there was a song like that, it’s John’s “All Day Song.” Simple? Yes. But … Continue reading →

                  There is a lot of talk about Jesus these days. You hear his name from the pulpit, from podcasts, from skeptics and searchers alike. According to Barna’s Spiritually Open series, even … Continue reading →

                    by Marti Fischer Esther didn’t sign up for this. She was just a Jewish girl pulled into a Persian palace by her sheer beauty, crowned queen in a world where … Continue reading →

Today, Marti is going to bring another dimension into our study of Esther, it’s the contrast between operating from the head or the heart. Esther is a perfect example of this because had she listened only to her head, she … Continue reading →

Today we are publishing not two, but three pieces that I hope you all pay attention to. Marti’s now-famous article: “For Such A Time As This” that no matter how many times you’ve read it, read it once more. That … Continue reading →

We are re-publishing this for three reasons: 1. Because it’s critical 2. Because it’s critical 3. Because it’s critical Also, we urge you to tackle the three study questions and action step at the end. They will help you bring … Continue reading →

If my reach doesn’t go beyond my grasp Then what’s a heaven for, and for what do I ask?           – John Fischer from the song “Too Many Teachers” (Based on a Quote by Robert Browning) … Continue reading →

When the heart moves out to others by the power of the Holy Spirit, heaven touches earth. by Marti & John Fischer I wanna live in the world not inside my head   – Jackson Browne   You and I … Continue reading →

There is a guy who lives alone across from the mail store I frequent almost every day. He doesn’t own a car, walks everywhere, and sometimes appears to be muttering to nobody in particular. He’s about my age, often wears … Continue reading →