There once were two disciples of Christ. Each could rightly divide the word of God. One day when on a voyage together it was shipwrecked. As they abandoned ship they got separated and each drifted off with a separate group of men.
The first group drifted for a few days and washed up (more…)
It is perfect, it understands, it is not only righteous, but is also always right, it is such perfect truth, but also truth in action, it heals, it restores perfectly. Read the whole article… Source: Wesley Okeke
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Abandoned home in Lamar Colorado
In my travels I sometimes come across farm houses that have been abandoned. Usually these farms are located in places that have spectacular views and surroundings. I often wonder about the people who built them. What brought them to this spot? Why did they abandon their home? Was it their life long dream? How long did they live there? Was their life life always fraught with troubles? Was there a time of joy? What brought about their dilemma? Was there anything they could’ve done to keep the home?
These houses were probably dream homes at one time, life long aspirations lost to the ravages of time, deserted, lonely, and given up on.
Is it just me, or, do you too sometimes feel like those homes, unwanted, not needed, abandoned and ravaged by time? Where is God? Where is His comfort?
Before I discovered the answer (more…)
Within the heart there are many rooms just as in a home. The living room, dining room, playroom, kitchen and even the bathroom. These are rooms full of life, light and relationships, but then there are the other rooms: the attic and basement. These can be dark, dungy and even downright creepy. They are disorganized, unruly and confusing.
Turn Accusations into Affirmations
Have you ever heard of an accused personality? Well I have one. Sometimes I feel as though I’m like the young Sir Henry Baskerville, of Arthur Conan Doyle’s “The Hound of Baskerville,” who believed he was cursed. He was constantly haunted at night by the hound whose terrifying howl mystically rose from the nearby moor constantly shrouded by an ominous fog. The curse. The curse. It comes for me!
This type of accursed thinking even leaked into my spiritual perceptions. Whenever I thought of Peter’s denial of Jesus, I assumed that he must have felt the same as me.
I couldn’t imagine hearing a rooster crow every morning reminding me that I’m a scumbag, worm or slug, the very thing that I want to forget.
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