My days have faltered between tired and exhausted. This is my normal, so I am not concerned. When I am attacked from every direction-mentally, physically, and spiritually I typically live right where I currently am. It may not be pleasant, but at least it is familiar, and I can work with familiar. I have watched …
Montagnard Christian refugees in Phnom Penh fear imminent deportation, as the number of police guards outside their residence has risen to as many as ten, since 20 March. One refugee raised concerns, saying, “So many police of Cambodia came to guards us … and so many [of] their cars … We are very worry about deporting to Vietnam.” The Cambodian government’s Refugee Department [?]
I’m telling you, pro choice is no choice. Somebody says, “Well, now wait a minute. A woman’s body is her own body.” But we’re not talking about her body; we’re talking about the body of a little baby. Freedom of choice is not the freedom of choice to kill someone else. “Well,” you say, “the […] …
You ask 'them' daily to die for you, when He chose one day in time, to die for all! That is power, that is love, and it is one thing you will never have in the dark abyss of your hate and shame.
Cancer does not discriminate. It is quite inclusive. It comes fast, or goes slow. It can claim one organ, or many. Cancer sucks.
When you chose Christ, you chose the Spirit to live within you, bringing us through our pain and circumstances into a complete forgiveness- repeatedly. That same forgiveness God pours out for us we are now able to pour out to others.
The one problem I have with such blogging is the glorifying that goes into the description of one man’s interpretation of hate. His words often insight hate in themselves, and are always directed at Christians, clumping all of us into one bad Christian category.
God can use His word to penetrate our thickest walls, breaking down those barriers that seem to hold him out.
Our society has changed so much since I was a child. Respect seems to be an admirable quality of the past- respect that was once taught from an early age, and expected, has seemed to fly away with the age old idea of writing a letter to a friend..
I have not turned away from God, or stopped trusting Him; on the contrary, my only refuge in this storm is Jesus Christ. Saturated with fears and anguish to the core of my being, my release comes every day as I share the truths of my heart with Him.