Hallowed or Hollowed?
We arrived at our ladies’ Bible study at the same moment and, as good Christians do, fought over who would let the other go ahead into the room.
“No, you first.”
“No, you.”
“I insist.”
“Well, thank you.”
“Love your new tote bag.”
“Thanks. I had to get a new one. Carrying both my study guide and my Bible every week split the bottom seam on my old tote,” I told her as we both headed for the most comfortable chair and mutely decided neither of us would take it.
A Place For God In Our Heart
August 6, 2024 by admin
Filed under Life Topics
A.W. Tozer, author of The Pursuit of God, brings into focus what is and what should be held dearest to our heart. In his writings, Tozer defines the rightful place of the “useful and pleasant things” God created to equip mankind to live on earth. “They were made for man’s use, but they were meant always to be external to the man and subservient to him.”
The Courtroom
Recently I sat in a courtroom and watched the judge and all the guilty souls who, one after another, stood before him. Seems I've sat in courtrooms alot in the past few years. Thankfully I've only watched and testified. Some judges have been amazingly merciful, almost like loving parents—especially the judges in juvenile court. One judge was like a cruel "hang 'em high" Wild West cowboy—complete with handlebar mustache. Today's judge was a good man who truly worked for the best in each case, while holding each person to the law. But he sent confusing signals, and this was the second of three times that our attendance was wasted. Justice is inconsistent.
Sea Shells
August 2, 2024 by admin
Filed under Personal Growth
Since childhood days I’ve enjoyed walking along the beach, hunting for seashells. The beauty and variety of shells still amazes me. God created such details in these miniature homes. Yet the animal that made the shell leaves it behind, making a larger home with no need of the old home. The shells left behind are so beautiful that children and collectors seek and treasure them. The sea creature simply abandons the shell, moving on to the newness of the present.
Even For Them
Slamming the front door, I'd march into the house shouting, "I hate you!” My sweet, even-tempered mother would calmly walk into my room and say, "Now Cheri, I can see you are angry, but you really don't hate anyone. You may dislike or even hate what they do, but you don't hate them. After all, they, too, were created by God.”
