I spend a whole lot of time in a whole lot of places that don’t do me a whole lot of good, when God has spent a whole lot of time inviting me to spend the whole of eternity with Him.
My faith is not some escapist fantasy born of my inability to face reality. Rather, it is the belief in a reality that supersedes the one that I am being accused of escaping from. And because that’s the case, that reality demands more of me than would have been demanded had I stay put. So, if I am in fact escaping, it’s escaping to something better which is entirely different than fleeing from something that I fear.
My faith is not some pathetic emotional escape from a reality that I am unable to cope with. Rather, my faith is the power to change that reality by changing me so that I can change it. And from that, I don’t need any escape nor do I want one.
Straw is not gold, up is not down, black is not white. Don't you understand? A only equates to A.
Though I don't believe, I come to you now, and I lift my doubt to your mercy.
If I’ve created this road, it’s likely that my agendas define it. And although I believe the ascent to be lofty, it’s anything but the ‘higher road’ that I pretend it to be. However, if God’s truth’s define it, there is no road that is higher and there’s no pretending that it’s not.
If all people were to be judged by ‘right and wrong’, nobody would be wholly right or wholly wrong - for have not all people ‘sinned and fallen from the glory of God’? It seems more than a little unfair (and unhinged) that some folks with at least as much ‘sin’ themselves as any gay or trans person, like to jump up and down and point fingers at what other people are up to in their own lives.
God did not make this complicated, man did; perhaps so that he could tell himself that it is not possible
Believing in science is to know that one day the sun won't rise. Believing in God is to trust that it will.
God is the cause that is 'cause of itself' (essence) and the Universe is the effect existing within the cause (existence). Essence involves existence.
The gospel does not imply that Jesus has risen and nothing else matters, but rather Jesus has risen and now everything matters. We can now live above the line of despair because the gospel is true.
The cosmos is filled with purpose because there is a God above. Our hearts are intrinsically and acutely aware that there is more to us than chemical reactions in laws of physics. Our short lives find meaning in the Creator of the heavens and earth. Though death awaits us all, it is not the end.
I cannot give you what you need because I am not enough of what you need. But I can point you to the God Who is everything that you need. And if you go to where I point you, you will need nothing. And is that not the point?
The Gospel of Jesus Christ stilted rigid by our traditions, held a suffering captive to our denominational creeds, and parsed thin by our need to control our faith rather than submit to it is not compelling to anyone…except the ones who are so enamored with what they’ve created that they’ve forgotten that they created it.
Treasures are hidden away in quiet places. They speak in soft tones and often become silenced as we approach. They don’t beg to be found, but embrace us if we do happen to find them. They are the product of completely ordinary circumstances unfolding in wonderfully extraordinary ways. They are found hidden in the nooks and crannies of our existence; all around us if we quit allowing our attention to be captivated by that which is noisy and listen for that which is quiet and still.
A day spent on the moon is enough to make one believe in God.
The moment we begin to feel satisfied that we are making some progress along the road of sanctification, it is all the more necessary to repent and confess that all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags. Yet the Christian life is not one of gloom, but of ever increasing joy in the Lord. God alone knows our good works; all we know is His good work.
I always write with my .357 Magnum handy. Why? Well, you never know when God may try to interfere.
In the face of the enormity of the evil in the world, it would be a blasphemy to suspect God of existence.
We model how much we love our kids by the boundaries we set for them.
