Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

Where God gave His Word

from my friend, Dr. John Williamson:

"While preparing a Sunday School lesson, I stumbled across a remarkable verse. The psalmist wrote, "He declares his words to Jacob, His statutes and his ordinances to Israel" (Psalm 147:19). The author is encouraging his readers to sing in praise of the Lord God, and he tells us a very important truth. The source of God's Word had one and only one geographic spot of origin. He gave his word to Israel.

Think of the variety of religions and religious viewpoints today, from where did they originate? Islam came out of Arabia. B'hai emerged from Iran. Mormonism is indigenous to the United States. Hinduism and Buddhism are native to India. Shinto is Japanese. Yet, where did God give his Word?"

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