It doesn’t matter what you think you know! Jesus has chosen you! Each day I study. Each day I pray for wisdom. Each day I read. Daily I am enlightened, in my quiet time, to strive harder. To move closer. To ponder more… in a desire to know the heart of my Savior. We should…
As he spoke of baptizing his child he said: “it was all I could do to contain myself”. Why would we ever contain ourself, when it comes to God? I watch as people view sporting events and when the team scores they are on their feet, cheering. I watch people at concerts… at children’s performances……
We seem to be stuck. So many with their feet in the quicksand. Statements like; “She is not living with God in her life. It pains me that I will not see her in heaven”. God loves her just like you! Proclamations like “She died without knowing our Savior, I guess there is no hope”. …
“DO NOT EAT OF THE TREE OF GOOD AND EVIL!” Why? What is good and what is evil? I truly believe that the tree of life gave forth a never ending spring of love and kindness. It produced in Adam and Eve all the fruits of the spirit. However the tree of good and evil…
As I sat in the middle of thousands of people, she decided to go shopping. “I will be back shortly” were the words she lovingly used! A kiss was given and I sat down to wait. More time passed then I thought, so I found myself constantly surveying the crowd, anxiously waiting for the return,…
He started with forty and ended with three. Forty days… alone… tempted… fighting… satan in his face each step of the way. Each day was a battle and each step grew harder and harder. After the forty he came out of the desert having dealt with satan. It was not over! Three years later on…
We tend to glamorize it. We even make beautiful jewelry out of it. We don’t want to face the truth. The whip had metal, and bones, in the ends. As Jesus was struck, flesh was torn away from his back… his sides… his neck. This would continue until near death. Our Saviors raw muscle,…
They knew what he had done. So a hero’s welcome… a kings honor. The robes from their backs, and palm leaves paved his way. Put yourself in Jesus’s place. Not wanting the spot light, but knowing the donkey ride and the king’s parade, is what was needed to send the religious leaders to the edge….
Walking past I heard him talking. All alone. My heart paused… maybe he needs someone to talk too. As I sat down beside him I simply asked “tell me how you got here”? Three years. Danny’s mom had died and he simply couldn’t move on. Three years on the street… simply doesn’t know how to…
Not sure what his life was like. Scripture doesn’t tell us. The bible doesn’t even tell us where he came from. I simply know he must have had a troubled life, given the fact he was being crucified, next to our Savior. “Jesus remember me when you enter your kingdom”. Eight…