When someone you have looked up to, loved, and respected has been revealed in living in the depths of sin, what will you put on?
I try hard not to be that, One slip of the tongue, I become it. Thoughtlessly I spoke, About a situation, I don’t really know. It opens up doors, Speculations of the heart, Unwarranted, unnecessary. I’m a contributor, In producing animosity, That destroys peace. I repent where I’ve ruined, My example before men, By my…
A Christian enters a place of worship. What does he see? Not teaching, not singing, but a country club full of those who have found opportunity to satisfy their desires for recreation.
LUCKY!!! That’s all I can think of when I think about these women.
You think you got it all together, With all your “perfect” works; Tithing and fasting you brag, In your heart arrogance lurks. Don’t point the finger as if, You have no guilt of your own; Putting down that tax collector, You’re true colors you have shone. Look to him who barely lifts, His eyes as…
That deceiver. Is that what He is? In spite of every miracle performed, every prophesy fulfilled, the earth quake that split rocks, the veil of the temple being torn — Jesus is still a deceiver to them.
There’s a side of me that I don’t like and am working hard at overcoming. It’s that side that loves the praise of men as if I am something great.
He did it. He made it till the end. He fulfilled the purpose for which He was born — to yield up His spirit in a shameful way.
She was the one. The only one that understood the magnitude of my struggles. The depth of pain it caused to the extent of hope it drew out. She was my sweet sister, mother in the faith, and inspiring friend — Deb. Deb related to me on a level that no one else had. Being…
A rich master entrusted his money, To a manager who squandered; Confronted the manager acted, On a plan that he pondered. He needed protection, From being put to shame, So he keenly made deals, Indebted to him people became. The master was pleased, At the shrewdness of this man; His threats had lit a fire,…
We raise our kids — teaching them continually — spending hours and hours of godly instruction — hoping that they will follow God and not the world. However, in the end it is their choice.
This is not the way a king would be treated. Especially someone who claimed to be the Son of God.
Tied to the post, His back rounded in the best position for total exposure, the soldier drawls back the flagellum, swinging it with force as the thongs whip through the air.
As they rolled her out from therapy where we were sitting in the waiting area, tears welled up in my eyes. My daughter started a light quiet sob and I could read the sadness on my son’s face. Our beloved Mamaw gazed off into the distance as if she wasn’t there in her mind; so…
The reception is planned, Who do you invite? Friends, relatives, or neighbors, Who have a fortunate plight?
It feels good to point the finger doesn’t it? To look at other human beings and their ill circumstances and think they must be bad people to have suffered some bad fate while we beat our chest in comparison thinking we are so good.
Why would I, a long-time faithful Christian, NOT want to thank God for such success?
Because love is the reason we have faith in the first place, without love there would be no reason to diligently strive to add anything to our faith.
What is brotherly kindness?
The multitudes can change their tune quickly with the right motivation and deception. What once was an honored Man was now made lower than a criminal.