Don’t bury your God-givens or make them hermits that live as a recluse in some backwoods, never to be seen. Let fear be a tool by allowing God to shape you.
Read MoreThe words on the page sliced through me like a knife cutting through butter. How did I ever think of God as watered down? How did I ever imagine Him at the back of some solar system, far from human condition, watching with aloof-ness?
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We need sign posts on wooden poles, their arrows pointing a direction straight at our hearts with big letters, that’d read “Grace & Mercy–Receive it Freely.”
Read MoreThe enemy has watched people be born and watched them die. He guiles us with sneaky tactics and distractions. And why not? The more we chase after ghosts or everything else, the less we think about God or how Christ came.
Read MoreWhen we get sick enough in our hearts, then we come. At least, that’s how it happened for me. To the pit, to the very depths of who I was and who I was not.
Read MoreThere is a hunger for the unknown, the impossible, and the unseen. But we’ve been buried under the world, entombing us in the cares of it.
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