The reality of it was the brutality of hardships, uncertainty and emotional toil. It still rained on them. It still got cold outside. They still got hungry and infections and all kinds of dangers and ailments. But they kept going anyway.
I always knew this moment would come; even knew the choice I would make. But I prolonged and procrastinated, trying to extend my time, like a child who never wants summer vacation to end.
Would I unravel in the same way in the absence of God? Do I love God in that same profound heart-pounding way? Think about it. Isn’t it the same? Shouldn’t we experience the love of God on that deep primal level, even more so?
The Last Supper is one of the most beautiful moments in history, like no other. The entirty of Jesus's ministry is embodied in the details. Jesus used this last moment to conclude all that he taught his disciples, who were now to be Apostles.
Jesus was ahead of the pack from the beginning. He foresaw it all. He warned to beware of false teachers and charismatics that charm you but bring all the attention to themselves. Jesus called out the Jews of his day precisely for that reason. Their faith was about outward appearances and not about true faith to God.
All of Gods children can sleep soundly knowing that Christ and the angels watch over us. God will care for you, but one of his key instruments for good is us.
There’s nothing funny about hate. There’s no humor in taking someone’s soul hostage with deceit.
For a brief moment I thought he was a word magician. His slight-of-mouth meant I couldn't see the shell game and would always pick the wrong tongue to look under.
God's universe of math, physics, energy and matter, along with His methods for controlling it, are complex beyond our understanding of it. It stands to reason that His requirements for salvation are equally complex. But...
Thank you, for everything.