Yesterday we talked a bit about becoming accidental legalists. We set the tone for the rest of the week, because this habit is so prevalent and pervasive that we can’t ignore it anymore. It’s a habit I can’t ignore anymore. This week we’re going to look at several areas in which we tend to withhold grace from the wounded and broken, and they’re going to be big illustrations because it’s a big issue.
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I love God. I love the Church. I love the gospel. I love truth and talking and debating about truth with my friends. And I believe that absolute, objective truth exists, regardless of whether we’re able to understand it all the time. Truth is truth, and there isn’t a relative version of truth. A claim or belief is either true, or it isn’t. There are certainly matters that Scripture leaves to the conscience of the believer, and that is the objective truth for those issues. Yet, the more I’m involved with blogging and with social media the more I see how discussing these concepts is done poorly. I can’t judge the hearts of men, yet sometimes Christians can come across as the most graceless of people.
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Life as a single is, well, busy. It seems to be a never-ending flow of work, study, friends, trying to stay active in some form or fashion, church, God’s good gift of sleep, and the occasional blessing of a nap.
In all honesty, I love this part of it. Being able to up and go whenever I want or need is amazing.
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Tagged God, Jesus, Marriage, Selflessness, Single Matters, Singleness
I woke up early on Saturday. Five o’clock in the morning. Well, 5:15am, really. I know, sheer craziness. Not as crazy as running six miles after Texas has had time to heat up, though. I drove over to the lake, half awake and half eating an orange. I got going and once I reached the side streets that lead to the running path, I realized something: I couldn’t see more than ten feet in front of me.
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Warning: Mom, this will make you cry. Might wanna read it at home.
This weekend I went out to my grandparents’ farm in Terrell to fix their computer. Don’t worry, I was still able to sleep in, kind of. I don’t get out there as much as an adult, because most of the family events are at my mom’s or aunt’s house. When we do get out that way for Thanksgiving or Christmas, it’s chaos. That’s not a bad thing, necessarily, it just seems like there’s thirty of us (really, 18) out there all at once and it’s. just. so. busy. A whirl of conversation and catching up, and then we’re gone. We don’t stop and slow down. Maybe it’s because we aren’t forced to, maybe it’s because we don’t want to. But I had to this weekend, and I’m glad.
