At this point in life, I do not feel the joy of salvation. I’ve been so consumed by my own life and the seemingly meaningless tasks I have to complete day by day, that I cannot see the larger picture of salvation and glory. I stand with David, or rather, I fall to my knees in front of the Father with David, crying out for the clean heart and the joy of salvation I desperately need. That we all desperately need.
Dr. Craig Lounsborough reflects on the dangers of worshiping the wrong thing.
The instantaneous nature of social media platforms gives us the dual power of bringing both blessing and curses on people. Consequently we must learn to walk in wisdom on a daily basis. No other generation in human history has been given the ability to reach so many people for both good and bad purposes.
What a state of privilege! It includes our justification before God, but the term “acceptance” in the Greek means more than that. It signifies that we are the objects of divine satisfaction, nay, even of divine delight.
Christ died for you. And one day, he will return for those who are his, and those who are his might very well surprise us. May we all learn to say, “Have Mercy on me, a sinner.”
Where do you turn when you long for deep soul-level satisfaction? A little chocolate at the end of the day can be a pure gift from God – no sin attached. A whole bag of chocolate chips can turn to the life-stripping sin of gluttony.
My father was never around. For a long time I never had someone to look up to, nor someone to put in the role of father. And I hated the idea of God because I always heard people call him ‘The Father’.
I recently had a conversation with a Christian friend who confessed her aversion to reading the Bible. The reason she gave is understandable: she’s afraid that she’ll misunderstand and misinterpret the Bible, rendering her more confused than when she started.
We’re all on a road to somewhere, walking a path toward something better—or so we hope. Just as Jesus stopped Paul on his path, Jesus breaks into our lives to reset our direction and create a new chapter within our story.
I confess I have been idolizing a certain kind of normalcy—the steady job that looks successful to everyone else, the insurance, the safety of knowing where you were going to be for more than three months. Growing up with a dad who worked 8-to-5 and a stay-at-home mom, my idea of “normalcy” is a piece of fine china I nurtured. I took this definition of adult life with me while navigating the Christian journey.