When I was younger I didn't have an opinion about the things of God. As I got a little older I thought that God's word was "right" but I still applauded those who had the backbone, the chutzpah, to stand for what they thought was right whether it agreed with God's word or not. Now, as I finally start to mature, I see much God's word much more in black or white. God's word is right; going against it is the wrong thing to do.
Why do I write this? Because it has been my prayer that God would break my heart for what breaks His and the more that this change takes place in me, I find that sin makes sick. It ticks me off! I can no longer look at a pastor who announces to his conversation that he is gay because made him that way or that he had an affair and condone his behavior. I get nauseous! Seeing children being treated as nothing more than an afterthought by parents who are consumed with their own selfish and sinful desires makes me angry! Watching greed in our lives (in my own life!) take precedence over helping those in need burns me up.
I hope my tirade in this blog doesn't offend you but rather that it spurs us all to action. God wants us to be like Him and when we allow sin to take first place in our lives over God there is no way that we can do this. When we condone sin in our society because we believe that certain things are the "norm", we are not acting like the church.
It is not our place to condemn people. It is, however, our place to stand for our beliefs and not be apologetic for God or His word. It is our place to love those around us but we do not have to tolerate the sin that permeates our world.
I'm ticked off and proud of it. I hope you are, too.
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Monday, October 25, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Do Over
In the first grade I was a leggy little girl with dark brown hair, big brown eyes., and the glow of summer still on my skin. And I loved to talk. At Easter that year I had a beautiful dress in baby blue and it had a crenelin and I knew that I looked fancy and grown up in my dress.
After Easter, I wore my beautiful, blue, snazzy dress to school I was convinced that I could not possibly get in trouble for talking that day. I looked too good! Alas, before I could say "back to school" I was in the corner. How did I end up there? I looked the part of a well behaved girl but I hadn't changed my habits and my talking was still my talking and it landed me in trouble.
Fast forward to today. I promised you that I would give you an update on my direction from God to be quiet and I have to tell you honestly that so far, I've been a dismal failure. Oh, I celebrate victory in the first day or two but then as the directive has become commonplace I've slid back back into my chatty old self.
Thank God for do-overs.
Just like my first grade teachers (there were actually two of them) didn't make me stand in the corner forever and they didn't berate me for talking too much, God doesn't give up on me. He takes me in His gentle yet firm hands and lets me know that He has given me a direction and that He will be best served if I pay attention to it and put it into action in my life.
Do you need a do-over today? If you do, tell your Father about it. Be open. Be honest. Let Him know that you have messed up and you are willing to do it again on His terms this time.
Your do-over day could be the best day yet of your life. I know I'm finding that mine is!
After Easter, I wore my beautiful, blue, snazzy dress to school I was convinced that I could not possibly get in trouble for talking that day. I looked too good! Alas, before I could say "back to school" I was in the corner. How did I end up there? I looked the part of a well behaved girl but I hadn't changed my habits and my talking was still my talking and it landed me in trouble.
Fast forward to today. I promised you that I would give you an update on my direction from God to be quiet and I have to tell you honestly that so far, I've been a dismal failure. Oh, I celebrate victory in the first day or two but then as the directive has become commonplace I've slid back back into my chatty old self.
Thank God for do-overs.
Just like my first grade teachers (there were actually two of them) didn't make me stand in the corner forever and they didn't berate me for talking too much, God doesn't give up on me. He takes me in His gentle yet firm hands and lets me know that He has given me a direction and that He will be best served if I pay attention to it and put it into action in my life.
Do you need a do-over today? If you do, tell your Father about it. Be open. Be honest. Let Him know that you have messed up and you are willing to do it again on His terms this time.
Your do-over day could be the best day yet of your life. I know I'm finding that mine is!
Monday, July 26, 2010
I’ll Go
First of all I want to give a HUGE shout out to Chesnee for today’s message; it was incredible. Chesnee took a difficult, hard topic and broke it down to terms that we can all understand. Also, if you missed her impression of a revival speaker you missed something priceless.
Chesnee said something in the message today that I *know* but that I have never really thought about. She said (my paraphrase) that “there had to be a penalty paid for sin and Jesus said, ‘I’ll go.’”
Think about it. You are in heaven doing your heaven-thing. Your singing and worshiping God and watching Him enjoy fellowship with His creation. Life is good. There is no time in heaven so this is endless bliss – all of your existence is spent praising the Creator.
And then the fall: One apple. One woman. One serpent. One man. One bite. The silence in heaven is deafening. Sin has entered the world. Man has been separated from God Almighty.
What now?
A lone, loving, confident voice speaks and says, “I’ll go.”
Angels gasp. God sighs. Everyone knew the moment would come but no one wanted to believe it to be true. The plans that have been in place since the beginning of forever are set in motion.
Sin has come. A price must be paid. And it is paid with the blood of the Spotless Lamb, Jesus Christ. The Savior born as a babe in a manager who died a death more agonizing than words can describe to save you and to save me.
Jesus tells us in John 9:4 that “as long as it is day, we must do the work of him who sent me”.
So what are you going to do about it? As Chesnee also said in the message, “What are you going to do with My Son? What did you do with what I gave you to work with?”
You know what Jesus? I’ll follow the example that you set for me. I’ll go, too.
Chesnee said something in the message today that I *know* but that I have never really thought about. She said (my paraphrase) that “there had to be a penalty paid for sin and Jesus said, ‘I’ll go.’”
Think about it. You are in heaven doing your heaven-thing. Your singing and worshiping God and watching Him enjoy fellowship with His creation. Life is good. There is no time in heaven so this is endless bliss – all of your existence is spent praising the Creator.
And then the fall: One apple. One woman. One serpent. One man. One bite. The silence in heaven is deafening. Sin has entered the world. Man has been separated from God Almighty.
What now?
A lone, loving, confident voice speaks and says, “I’ll go.”
Angels gasp. God sighs. Everyone knew the moment would come but no one wanted to believe it to be true. The plans that have been in place since the beginning of forever are set in motion.
Sin has come. A price must be paid. And it is paid with the blood of the Spotless Lamb, Jesus Christ. The Savior born as a babe in a manager who died a death more agonizing than words can describe to save you and to save me.
Jesus tells us in John 9:4 that “as long as it is day, we must do the work of him who sent me”.
So what are you going to do about it? As Chesnee also said in the message, “What are you going to do with My Son? What did you do with what I gave you to work with?”
You know what Jesus? I’ll follow the example that you set for me. I’ll go, too.
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