It’s always been a thing with me, this inability to resist rushing. How many times I’ve been told my pace is too quick and my talking too fast. “Catch up!” I cry to stragglers, wanderers, and wasters of time. Waiting … Continue reading
“Sharper than any earthly two-edged sword, the speech of God knifes through the curtain between heaven and earth…The sword is so sharp that it can separate even the ‘soul from the spirit,’ dividing between what really matters and what seems to matter. No one can hide from this speech act of God; the word God unveils every human life, laid bare before the eyes of God. The word of God takes an ordinary day and makes it ‘today,’ takes an ordinary moment and makes it the time of crisis and decision, takes an ordinary event and makes it the theater of the glory of God, takes a routine life and calls it to holiness.” ~Fred B. Craddock, Hebrews
Who will you listen to today? Will you continue to be confused about what really matters or will you listen to His voice? Will you live in the ordinary routine of just another day or in the today’s theater of His glory?
Have you ever done the hard work of obedience only to find that circumstances in your life went from bad to worse? Today I’m talking about that over at Pick Your Portion.
What are you supposed to do when you follow through on your part of the deal, but God doesn’t show up to seal it? God’s command + Man’s obedience = Where’s the blessing? How’s one supposed to react when God can be so wildly disappointing?
Do you still taste the salt from tears you cried wondering why God didn’t show up in power at a moment ripe for his victory? Do you still feel the flush of embarrassment from the time you walked away shamed and shunned by false accusation while the wrongdoers got off scot-free? Does your heart still have cracks from the tremor of the wicked prospering, while the hard working, integrity-filled were laid-off, over-looked, and defeated?
You can read the rest over at the Pick Your Portion site. Join us there!
Mr. Cee Lo Green, I wish that you and I could just chat about this. Bringing it up publicly is uncomfortable for me. This is my first open letter to anyone. Be honored that I care enough to put words … Continue reading
My heart shrugs. If hope is a stirring that makes the heart look forward to another day, then apathy must be hope’s kryptonite. Maybe it’s fatigue, or the onset of fall, or the fact that my refrigerator smells like death … Continue reading