Jason Nelson
Jason had a career as a teacher, counselor, and leader. He has written and spoken extensively on a variety of topics related to the Christian life. He has been a contributing writer for Time of Grace since 2010. Jason lives with his wife, Nancy, in Wisconsin.
There is no pedestal
Hierarchies are things of the past. They are vestiges of societies that placed a premium on having privilege. Hierarchies reflect an old covenant way…
This faith of ours
This faith of ours is a warm hug from Jesus. It is a gift of his Holy Spirit that enables us to embrace God…
The victory fosters peace
Friends of Jesus in every generation, peace be with you. What Jesus did two thousand years ago is still bringing peace because it turns…
Someone hold my hand
This may not seem very manly, but sometimes I just need someone to hold my hand. I need affection. That’s what I love about…
Everything we do teaches
The King of kings and Lord of lords, with every supernatural power at his disposal, said his disciples should go into the whole wide…
Life’s a song
My three-year-old granddaughter, Addison, has the lead role in her own musicals. Her life is filled with songs. She’s in a very happy head…
A lot in common
We Americans have a penchant for seeing ourselves as God’s chosen people. That’s the mentality our Puritan forefathers and mothers handed down to us….
Why not just ask?
“Our Father in heaven . . . give us today our daily bread” (Matthew 6:9,11). I have prayed these words thousands of times. Not…
Time well spent
Since our relationship with God is all taken care of, what should we do with our time? No smile toward the heavens will make…
The world we long for
I’m writing this devotion after innocence was shattered one more time. Children were killed at school. It seems disrespectful to call them children because…
Trusted with grace
For a long time, the relationship between God and people was a transaction. It was always quid pro quo, this for that, tit for…
SLOPPY!
My light almost went out in first grade. For some reason, I never went to kindergarten. If you read Robert Fulghum’s poem “All I…