Where God's Word Meets Our Mess
My roommate and I were walking into a meeting and glanced around for two empty seats. My roommate spotted two open seats by Reagan, so we sat down there. Reagan didn't say anything when I sat down (neither did I), but partway through the meeting, she got up from her chair and moved to sit in another seat. With other girls. And a really cute guy. To say that was offended would be an understatement. To say that I was furious would be more accurate.
I couldn't understand why Reagan ignored my offer to join us. I was curious if there was a specific reason she rejected my invitation, but I was upset that she didn't join our table.
Have you ever noticed how easy it is to criticize men and women in the Bible, especially when their sins are evident? I mean, how could Jonah run away from God? How could Rebekah play favoritism with her sons and deceive her husband? How could David commit adultery and murder Uriah? But we forget that we, too, can quickly fall into sin.
Part of this poem comes from a song that I wrote with my younger sister years ago. I've added to it and changed some of the words, but they're based on the biblical accounts of Christ's death. I hope that this poem is as an encouraging reminder to you that Christ died for us—and for everyone involved in His crucifixion—not because we deserved it but because He loves us with an immeasurable, everlasting love.
I realize that Valentine’s Day is over, but that doesn’t mean that our feelings of loneliness are gone. If you’re single, you may be especially depressed this time of year. The good news is that you don’t have to be depressed. Even if you’re still single, you’re not alone. In fact, you’re loved immeasurably by Christ.
I worshiped eight idols today. No, I’m not exaggerating. I worshiped eight different idols in less than 24 hours—and that doesn't even include all of them.
I could've written a post about the incredible power that Christ demonstrated through His resurrection or a post about the importance of focusing on victory this Sunday. But I want to focus on Good Friday for this post. I want to take a look at the seriousness and significant implications of this day. After all, Good Friday isn’t an abstract day that we simply hear about in Sunday school. It has incredible significance for us.
One of the many incredible aspects of God’s grace is that it doesn’t go away once we are saved. He doesn’t show us His grace for salvation alone. There is an endless supply of it! That's what this poem is about.
What do I need to do to make a 100—or closer to perfect—score on the next exam? Do I need to wake up earlier? Go to bed later? Withdraw from my other classes to solely focus on history? How much studying will be enough?
