Social media is one way to preach the word but to get to know some one there is nothing like gathering together and seeing each face to face.
Imperial mountains quake
Majestic oceans roar
Sublime canyons carved
By regal rushing rivers
Not but a whisper of your might,
When October rolls around it can be tempting to jump on the Christmas train, All a’board!….headed not for Santa’s workshop, but for Crazyville and Disappointmenton . Sad, lonely places filled with stress, worry, striving, debt, guilt, fatigue, confusion, depression, strife, and ten extra “holiday” pounds.
We must endure, persevere and be prepared for the times we are living in and not allow daydreaming to entangle us. It’s foolish to to think that an unbelieving world is going to get better. The days we live in are filled with tension, “wars and rumors of wars” (Matthew 24) and are in the “beginning of birth pangs.”
by Grace… Mystified, unsettled Life was becoming too hard But while this feeling nagged A hushed voice wooed “There’s a better way” The Spirit prodded Like a slap up side my head I was turned by Grace… His resplendent light Exposed the path Pried open my eyes And revealed to my spirit A haven where […]
He shook his head, took a deep breath, and declared “It’s time to be Brave.” And with that we cornered those plucky chickens and got them back in the coop.
It was the “turning point.” It began in 1963; the year I became a “Reject.” Rather, I joined the “Rejects of Southern California;” a car club that my best friend, Ron, invited me to join. What enticed me? Stories of drinking, carousing, sex; three activities in which I wasn’t very accomplished, unless one measures success by two arrests for alcohol-related misdemeanors, and nearly being lost in the abandoned mines of Calico on a car club outing. That day should have scared me plenty, but I hungered for more.
Growing up I was taught to have manners and to respect my elders. I was told to say thank you for the things I received. When I was told to do something and if I disobeyed and talked back to my parents, my father was quick to discipline me.
The first person on my mind when I wake and the last when I sleep, He’s Jesus, my friend.