Finally, lest your longing for the trans-temporal should awake and spoil the whole affair, they use any rhetoric that comes to hand to keep out of your mind the recollection that even if all the happiness they promised could come to man on earth, yet still each generation would lose it by death, including the …
Christ meets you in your brokenness. He meets you in the place where you seek answers and meaning.
When the person and work of Jesus Christ is distorted, His gospel is distorted. When people hear a distorted gospel they cannot be saved by it. Having faith doesn't matter if the object of that faith is something other than the Savior Himself.
Our God is in the heavens; he does all that he pleases. -Psalm 115:3
There is purpose. There is meaning. There is hope for a future. The weight of eternal glory hangs in the balance. I didn't pull the trigger because I have hope.
To those who have tasted, buckled under the weight, see you soon Page upon page death rings absolute The echoes of their demise resonate within my soul, deep darkness takes hold No more feeling, what's the point? My name, soon to be added, eternal ink There is no point, right? To the light I …
I believe in God. I believe in the God who created all things. I believe in the God who sustains all things. I believe in the God that is in the process of uniting all things under Him; who will bring about deliverance from the yoke of man wrought evil. I believe in the God who commands all of existence to exist. That is the foundation of my faith; God is.
God saved us from this deception and He used suffering in our lives to do it. It was a time of great spiritual renewal for us and it was filled with joy.
You see, literally every religion on the planet centers around human effort to climb the divine mountain in a pursuit of a “god”. Christianity is opposite, God came to us. The understanding of that statement alone brings Muslim converts to the Christian table.
A decade ago, this undeserving soul married the most, well... It would be impossible to capture her in a simple string of adjectives, so I will attempt to weave a tapestry of words that somehow embodies the picture of the woman that agreed to marry this most terrible wretch years ago. I am almost certain …