A Closer Walk: The Kingdom Business of ABIDING

I wonder if I am in the church’s majority, or minority, when it comes to this Kingdom business of “abiding.” Does anyone else struggle with this as much as I do? I mean, I am really lousy at it. It doesn’t seem like it should be that tough, but if you’re a recovering (and I…

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A Closer Walk: Fear & The Broken-Hearted-Vessel

Nothing can send hailstorms of ice cold fear rampaging across the landscape of my soul like being asked to speak in public! (Yep, that’s my thing.) Think of that thing you hate doing more than anything else. Now multiply it times ten and you have an approximate idea of how I feel about public speaking.…

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A Closer Walk: Beauty In The Brokenness

We all have something, don’t we? Some fear, or flaw, or brokenness; some insecurity or sense of inferiority that we desperately want to overcome. (Whether we admit it or not, we all do.) Sometimes it’s a glaring and obvious failure; something that we believe everyone can see. Sometimes it’s our blind spot; something everyone, but us,…

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Challenge of Jesus In A World of Brokenness

“What we are faced with in our culture is the post-Christian version of the doctrine of original sin: all human endeavor is radically flawed, and the journalists who take delight in pointing this out are simply telling over and over again the story of Genesis three as applied to today’s leaders, politicians, royalty and rock stars.…

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My Greatness

 Do not fear the unbelieving. They are chaff before My Spirit Winds—as helpless as newborn babes. I told you in the Last Days mockers will increase. Is it not so? The world seeks its own greatness and honors self above all else. My greatness shines most from broken things. This is something the world will…

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The Table (Part 1 – Social Doofus)

  I wonder how many people are like me? I live in this weird parallel universe of making myself do what I need to do, while at the same time feeling totally incapable of doing it. (I think it’s a holdover from my childhood.) I remember the first time dad stood me on a kitchen…

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