Don’t Let Your Weak Flesh Stop You
In the hectic activity of our daily lives, it’s easy to become comfortable and complacent when it comes to our personal devotion to God and our own personal spiritual condition.
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In the hectic activity of our daily lives, it’s easy to become comfortable and complacent when it comes to our personal devotion to God and our own personal spiritual condition.
Life presents you with two clear paths. One road leads to bitterness, resentment, and the soul-sucking void of perpetual victimhood. The other leads to peace, happiness, and the ability to sleep at night without grinding your teeth into dust.
She’s 19. Beautiful. Violent red hair. And smart. Morgan is one of those rare humans who honestly thinks math was not invented by Satan. The girl climbs into my truck, buckles herself in. “Hey,” she says. Fresh-faced and happy. Slightly out of breath. The flushed cheeks of youth. I like that she feels so at …
Do we live in a world gone mad or are we witnesses to a majestically orchestrated plan? It is easy to see the world-gone-mad part; but the followers of Jesus have the information to watch the divinely orchestrated plan coming to fruition
The Helen Keller Art show was in full swing. The center is adorned in art. Tactile pieces. Colorful artwork. Sculptures.
I brought in the new year with a blind dog. She was seated beside me, wagging her butt. I think she could feel the energy in the air.
The casket was rolled in. The piano played funeral hymns. And there I was, behind a pulpit, poised before a congregation that was standing-room only.
Things in America have changed since I was a boy. We were feral children during Christmas breaks. We were dangerous. We lived without helmets. We had BB guns. We ate saturated fat. And we were never, ever inside.
Gabriel says that the appointed/anointed leader [Jesus] will stop the offerings and sacrifices…that He will appoint a most holy place [Himself]. And Jesus did this.
Christmas Eve. Southeastern Kansas. The middle of nowhere. Kansas is one of those places that gets a bad rap. People speak of Kansas like it’s Death Valley, or the hindparts of Mars.
The hospital room was decorated for Christmas. The young man was sitting in his bed, wired up to a horde of machines. The kid was watching something on the television mounted on the wall. Barely able to keep his eyes open. He was 8.
Winter. The year is 1949. The war has been over for a while, but it’s still fresh on everyone’s minds. Which is why people are having babies like crazy. War does that to people.
Happy Sunday! The thought for today; We are all living on a pale blue dot, a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
It’s hard to choose my favorite Christmas movie. Each time I try to pick one, I’m afraid I’ll shoot my eye out.
Charlie had been inside for 22 years. Nobody ever came to visit at Christmas. Never. Not even once. Sometimes he wondered if anyone remembered him.
Sean takes an unexpected trip and discovers that there is indeed a real life Santa Clause
Another poetic gift from Julie Plott Counihan, encouraging us all to believe in our great nation and exceptional people.