This is what caught our eyes this week. Check it out! The Day is at Hand by John Piper “This is a word of hope to suffering Christians. It’s a word of hope to Christians who hate their own sin and long to be done with sinning. It’s a word of hope to Christians who…
Through the years, I’ve had this burning question in my heart: What does it mean to be a Christian woman? It’s easy to get caught up in the swirling stereotypes, the rhetoric about virtuous women and the arguments about that dreaded word “submission.” Something about this talk always pricks my spirit.
I am forever and always beyond grateful for GRACE. How does the old acronym go? God’s Riches At Christ’s Expense. If we really sit and chew on grace for a moment, it gets more and more sacred, and it begins to seep into our consciousness and lift us up toward gratitude. In gratitude we find the precious motivation needed to live a life worthy of the call we have received. If I do what I do because I LOVE Him and want to please Him and represent Him well, then I am not motivated by guilt and obligation. Freedom.
Yeah, I see you come in. It’s strategically 9 minutes past and you know the lights are dimmed and people are standing and the music is blaring so when you slip in the back row, along with the others who arrive late, no one even notices you. You carry ink on your skin – you’re covered. You’ve got punctured metal in weird places, and that odor permeating through your clothes will likely give you away, but you slip in at 9 minutes past because people are distracted and hopefully no one will notice.
Yeah, but I see you.
I stood in the kitchen and stared at her, shaking my head, nodding, not knowing what to say. I was hoping my look would say it all, but truth be told, I didn’t even know what kind of look to give her. When someone tells you they have an inoperable brain tumor, it’s not exactly a conversation starter. I stared at her and nodded. I furrowed my brow hoping it would show empathy and nodded more. “We’re doing okay, right honey?” she said to her 13-year-old daughter sitting at the kitchen table. Her daughter nodded, slightly smiling, looking as awkward as I felt.
In the summer of 2009, I was walking through the bookstore at Mount Hermon Conference Center, skimming the shelves to look for a new read. I saw the book, Comforts from the Cross, and didn’t recognize the author, yet something urged me to pick it up anyway (and by “something” I mean the Holy Spirit), and glance through the pages. My eyes came to a halt when I read a portion of a prayer she had used to conclude a chapter…
This story is for every person who dares to transform. For every person who understands that the first step is at the feet of our loving Father in heaven. To those who understand that we come just as we are, in need of His perfect love and forgiveness.
Most of us have heard heart-wrenching statistics about the marginalized and oppressed around the globe: numbers like more than 26,000 children die each day primarily from preventable causes. What about the fact that 2.6 billion people live on less than $2 a day? Or 5 million individuals die each year from water-related diseases – in other words, lack of clean water.
These numbers are powerful; the kind that kick you in the gut.
But in an age when there are vast resources and advancements, and when we have endless information – like these sobering statistics – at our disposal, why is it that these scenarios even exist?
In Jesus, we see one who pursued us relentlessly to redeem us. And as Christ followers, shouldn’t we strive with even an inkling of that same zeal to engage others to know Him? You may say, “But I’m not called to go overseas.” Perhaps. God may not be calling you to relocate. But does that exclude you from being part of God’s work to spread the good news as far as the east is from the west?