When raising rebellious children we need to stop depending on the logic of the word to produce change in their lives. Just telling them what to do and telling them why they need to do it won’t get them to do it. They need a sign.
When raising rebellious children we need to stop depending on the logic of the word to produce change in their lives. Just telling them what to do and telling them why they need to do it won’t get them to do it. They need a sign.
As the smoke clears after the movie theater massacre in Aurora, Colorado on July 20th, a familiar and disturbing picture of the alleged shooter has emerged. Like his large scale predecessors in Littleton, Colorado and at Virginia Tech, this shooter evinces classic signs of preject syndrome: a surprising public demonstration
“Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.” ~Isaiah 1:17 (KJV) God is obssessed with underdogs. The oppressed, the widow, the orphan. So much so that He defines the true purpose of learning as becoming equipped to defend and deliver His underdogs. Jesus
According to Parable of the Sower you can be choked with the cares, riches and pleasures of this life even when you’re poor, and have no riches or pleasures, by just pursuing them. The pursuit of deceitful riches chokes the word! What’s more, you can be rich and still be in pursuit by
REJECTION set me free, because it’s really liberation to and for destiny. Whatchyousay!? That’s right. I said it, I meant it, and I’m here to represent it! So, i’ma say it again. Rejection is really liberation. It reveals where the source of our nurture ISN’T, helping us to get on with the business
My dad beat me. I’m not saying He was a child abuser, or anything like that. But there are a couple of incidents that stand out in my life that people won’t allow me (or the whole world, for that matter) to forget: the wilderness and the cross. There are
My mother-in-law dies on President’s Day. Ten days later a coven of somber faced morticians seal her platinum colored coffin and lower her remains into oddly chilled Florida dirt. Later, my wife and I are trying to get some sleep…on my mother-in-law’s bed (I know she’s gone, but the bed still