More Temple Talk
O soul . . .
O soul,
. . . anticipate the immanent and continuous peace of Christ.
. . . relish the inexhaustible love of God.
. . . ride the white water rapids of His raging river of love and power.
. . . delight in our Father’s steady and certain presence.
. . . rejoice, take refuge in the light and truth of Christ as the stronghold . . .
The Stall
Behind Mommy's Skirt
When does asking, studying and earnest pursuit become the mother’s skirt of unbelief?
When does the need to understand and to see how things might look undermine the need to lay hold of that which exceeds our understanding - to realize by faith what surpasses our sight?
When do seeking and waiting become euphemisms for . . .
Follow Me
Meditation from John 1:35-39 (NIV1984)
In the course of our pursuit of Jesus and His Kingdom we sometimes hear the call to our hearts; ‘Follow Me.’ It is both enticing and frightening all at once. No doubt it was similar for the first disciples. Here’s how it is related in the Gospel of John:
The next day John (the Baptist) . . .
Something Fishy
The Lord placed into the salmon a 'heart' after the place of its origin. If nothing interferes, it will unfailingly return to its birthplace. I do not say it is easy for the salmon to do this. On the contrary, it must employ all its faculties to achieve what its instinct directs. The 'heart' or instinct given into the fish is . . .
For Them, Not Us?
Met a friend at the gym the other day. We’d previously had several encouraging discussions about seeing more of the power of God brought forth from people who wear the name ‘Christian.’
The subject again arose. I was taken aback (that’s a weird expression, but I’m gonna go with it) when he asserted this statement: “The absolute . . .
Got the World on Your Shoulders?
Have a Fine Cup of Tea
Good morning, Dear One.
Isn't it great that Our Loving Father gives us our life in little bits at a time?
In a way, it's like a tea bag; one small bag with just enough tea for a full cup.
The trials and the blessings we encounter in one 'sleep' to the next are our portion.
They make for a fine cup of . . .
