When life is quiet, the streets are safe, and we can freely go to church (or not), death is a little more removed. And so is heaven and our need for it. What, then, is our prize? What is our reward for faithful living?
When will our places become safe again?
Even when we get more than what we want (and maybe more than we can handle), God is there with us.
Inner transformation calls for outward transformation – and action.
just one more
Ironically, it seems that the areas of my life where I am most confident are often the areas that I also seek praise or positive feedback.
What do you do, then, when you live in a culture that is yours, yet foreign?
Here is where we are.
This type of weather is not only not convenient, it’s dangerous.
I can choose to focus on the dreary or I can look for the sun – even if it’s only a glimpse before the clouds return.