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Perfect. That one word. It doesn’t seem like much. We use it all the time. We make the perfect plans. Find the perfect outfit. Take the perfect vacation. Run after…
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Advent 1
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.
Just a Few Steps More
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…
Captioning the Obligatory Back to School Post
Did you get the eye roll from the newly minted teenager? “Do not put that on Facebook!” I ignored her instructions. It got me in trouble. Maybe I’ll fall into line next year.
Three Things You Gain From Taking Risks
I am in the habit of trusting my abilities, rather than Christ. Huh. That’s a sneaky form of self worship, don’t you think? In my former life, I would continually submit myself to a process doomed to failure because, by putting my faith in my abilities, I factored the Lord out of a critical equation. Ergo, my fear of failure sets me up for failure.
The Father We Choose
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.
Oh, my word, His Word!
My sweet momma was a teaching leader for a Bible Study Fellowship Class for many years. She influenced me in countless ways because of her commitment to her ministry—and the…
A Hissy Fit and Trust Issues
“It’s pretty much useless for me to do anything,” I wailed pitifully. Our CRV crept through the pedestrian stripes in front of Walmart, my husband, the good Rev, at the…
Katie Prescott Beasley 