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...

Take Back Your Faith From the American Dream

I don't know what book or books you are reading right now and at this point, I really don't care.  Put it down.  Put them all down and pick this one up, open it, read it.  I triple-dog-dare you (that's right, I'm skipping the "triple dare," and am going straight for the throat)!


Buy it.
Borrow it.
Don't steal it (stealing is sin). 
Check it out from the library (and if they don't have it, get it by Inter-library loan). 
Buy a case, give them away. 
Wish-list it. 
Trade for it. 
Have someone read it to you. 
Read it over someone's shoulder (ask, first.  Have some couth).
Read it out loud in Sunday School.
Get it in large print.
Get it in Braille.
Get someone to translate it for you.

It will wreck your life.

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