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...did I get from here to there, other than through the steady drilling of hot water?
I have absolutely no idea. Nor do I have the slightest clue as to how I will begin to identify which thought error I must correct, let alone the behavioral change that will follow.
This is where faith comes in. And here comes the gift that comes with it.
"Do not be conformed to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.
Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is." Romans 12:2.
Now, as a believing Christian, I have no... (more)
I will always be one who looks back. Out of my past, with all its levels of conjured contentedness concealed between cushions of deceit, I draw my emotion. In the losses, I find my determination. In the pain, I uncover energy to search for the truth of healing. In the regret, I discover grace. Out of the stupidity of ill-conceived actions and words, I hunger for wisdom. In the layers of the past, I see the unfolding of the future.
On some days, it is as if I am still stuck back there; on others it is as if I never was. Such is an Odyssey of Grace, a clumsy reconciling of sin and shame... (more)
I was blinded by the ray.
I never knew light would cause me To know such vivid pain. But its warmth had a touch and a Sight of what could be, I was still scared by the pain of knowing
I really wasn’t free.
The prison I was locked in is
A cage of my own design.
Only I could use a key of faith
One had left for me to find.
Breaking the hardened seal
Of my sepulchered life,
I blinked back tears at
What's outside night.
First written in Opinionsofeye.com
I love Christmas. Granted, some Christmas Days turn out better than others and become more memorable, but all of them find their way into the memory bank. Somehow life takes us far too quickly from squirming in our beds in footy pajamas, one-eye-open, pledging to go sleepless and catch Santa in the act . . . to sitting cross-legged in sweatpants on the living room floor, both eyes bleary, yearning for sleep, fumbling in the act of being Santa . . . to rising for breakfast and a peaceful quiet morning with just our one true love again, Santa just a memory. The meaningful misery of Christmas... (more)
22 “Have faith in God,” Jesus answered. 23 “Truly[a] I tell you, if anyone says to this mountain, ‘Go, throw yourself into the sea,’ and does not doubt in their heart but believes that what they say will happen, it will be done for them. 24 Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. 25 And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive them, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins.”
Jesus, our example for prayer, prayed . "Every... (more)
Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint. -- Isaiah 40:30-31
The man slept. Finally. His body had pleaded; his mind had relented; his spirit was depleted and his heart had retreated, so he slept. It was restless, not restful, and the dreams were not sweet, but instead added to the eventual misery of awakening, leaving him already tired upon rising.... (more)
My dear Didi,
With faith and prayer on my lips I am writing you this letter. Other day when we talked I felt your fear and pain. I hanged my phone down but the echoes of your sobs made me understood that things have changed. Life is not going to be same and understood that we need to have faith in God. The only healing belief of hope would keep you strong to fight this disease. This disease is curable. Didi, I know the quality which our mother imbibed in you and that has always made you a winner. You toiled hard to establish your business. You single mindedly pursuit your goal and attained... (more)
...toward others. Surely we cannot be satisfied to let Ellen and Oprah handle this. Let's not assuage our guilty feelings by watching coverage of candlelight vigils for the ones who took their own lives in despair, not when we are called to be the light.
Woe is me is not an expression of faith.
Too many Christians gather together to lament the fact that the world -- somewhere out there -- is going to hell in a hand-basket. We shake our heads back and forth with pained expressions, declaring the sexual perversion of the modern day must be a sign of the end times. For some,... (more)
As the time goes by…
I know you won’t pretend…
Many a time you have asked many
And I answered nothing
But you in your questions on your own found the answers.
In the formalities of quarries
You enacted and followed the conventions
And you defined me as liar.
I am left with nothing…
I am left with only armor of love
And that too failed to defend me…
I lied that I am not wounded…
I smiled and you never saw the pain oozing out…
You celebrated your question over my smile…
My answers never breathed... (more)
What do the gay people in your church look like? Do you spot them by their flamboyant clothing . . . their mannerisms . . . their declarations?
When a brother or sister in your church came to you to ask you for your help and support in their personal struggle against homosexuality . . . what did you do to walk with them? How did you respond the last time this happened to you?
“Oh . . . we don’t have that problem in our church,” you say?
If you are a typical church, you do.
Statistics show that one out of every five church members has a family member or close friend... (more)