looking for purpose in chaos and comfort
At Christmas I have to examine my flurry of decorating, shopping, wrapping, cooking and partying and wonder if I’ve forgotten who made His entrance on that day. He exchanged His place at God’s right hand for a manger, His throne for a cross—and He did this for me. If my Christmas traditions are the Sunday school equivalent of a superficial smile, nod and a “Hey, good to see ya,” at the advent of so great a salvation, then I’m in serious need of prayer.
Has Jesus taken hold of you? In Philippians chapter three, Paul describes a depth of self-abandonment of which few of us are acquainted. Before Christ confronted him on the road…
Any time you think that the outcome is sure–especially if you believe the outcome is certain based on your ability to perform the desired result to fruition–look out. That’s pride, and sooner or later it will take you down.
Here is a reminder of where worship takes place.
I have a few friends that look out for me–in the spiritual sense. We take meals together–not as often as we would like, but anytime is a good time for…
I absolutely love this picture. I love to see how grace and skill and training all come together and make something so beautiful. So, I saved the picture until I…
I could look at the life I have, determine that I am happy and content, and reject the invitation of the Lord to belong to Him. Like a little child who doesn’t recognize adoption as a rescue from a treacherous world, I might not see my need for a Savior.
