Pastor Dave Scharf
Dave Scharf grew up in West Allis, Wisconsin, and served as pastor in Greenville, Wisconsin, from 2005 until 2015. He is currently a professor of theology at Martin Luther College in New Ulm, Minnesota, where he lives with his wife, Beth, and their six children.
The only thing I need to know for sure
What do you need to know for sure? That you turned the coffee maker off this morning? That you closed the garage door when…
Sir, we would like to see Jesus
Jesus was in Jerusalem. His name was being talked about all over Israel. It was the week he was going to die, and he…
“If I were king . . .”
“If I were king . . .” Perhaps that line reminds you of the cowardly lion from the Wizard of Oz singing proudly, “If…
The dress code
Have you ever been to a restaurant that requires men to wear sport coats? I’ve never been to one, but I’ve heard that if…
A little of this . . . a little of that
My workplace has an amazing cafeteria. There are so many options: the mainline options, a salad bar with anything you could want, rotisserie chicken,…
The only word I need on my tombstone
Sin is like walking down a hill. Every step we take makes it more difficult to return. How far down the hill are you…
Remember to be thankful
The pilgrims, remembered for the first Thanksgiving dinner, developed an interesting custom. They would place five kernels of corn on each empty plate before…
An unknown future in the hands of a known God
Some describe the future as peering into the deep unknown. Anything can happen! Do you agree that no one can know how something will…
I promise
How many promises have you made in your lifetime? How many have you broken? You’ve probably made enough promises to realize that they get…
You have the right words
“I just don’t know what to say.” How many of us have had that thought when someone challenges God’s truth? Before Jesus sent them…
A battle worth fighting
“You have to pick your battles.” In other words, there are some things that are either just too small to worry about or battles…
This same Jesus . . .
I once read a story about a woman who couldn’t recognize anyone once that person left the room and came back in. She couldn’t…