It has been a little over a week since we celebrated the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Throughout what some would refer to as Passion Week, I found myself with a keen awareness of the sorrow and fear that the humanity of Jesus felt. . .
We spend every day of our lives doing things to get an end result. We have to go the store in order to have groceries in the house. We make time to take care of our homes in order for them to be clean and livable. We work jobs to make ends. . .
Two years ago, my family and I were visiting my uncle who was sick with cancer. He was dying and my heart was breaking. Sitting with my uncle at his house, we started to sing some hymns. Why are we singing hymns at a time like this. . .
We have all come in contact with that relentless theology-freak who thrives off of debates just for the sake of debating (or maybe this is you). The result usually ends up in anger of the affected party with no love executed whatsoever. . .
I cannot count how many days there have been – and probably will be – where I’m tempted to shake my fist at God for the circumstances He has placed me in. In my mind I know there are things more important than my comfort. . .
Why is it so important to start our day with prayer? There are so many mornings where I hit the snooze button multiple times, only to jump out of bed, step on a few legos, throw clothes on my child and get to work happy if I don't. . .
I must admit I fail at this daily. And because I fail at this daily, I am even more thankful that God's mercies are new every morning. Lamentations 3:22-23. Whatever we do we are to pursue it in a way that honors and glorifies God. Will we mess up. . .
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