Today, I read a blog post over at The Gospel Coalition on whether persecution is getting better or worse in China. It’s an informative read for those who want to keep up with global missions and who pray for the persecuted church. Something else drew my attention though.
Posted in Politics, Theology
Tagged Bill of Rights, China, Christian, Christianity, Church, Gospel, hope, House Churches, Jesus, Persecuted Church, Persecution, Revival
A friend of mine posted something on Facebook the other day that, well, really ticked me off. It wasn’t so much that she said it, but the reality of the truth behind what she said, when it should be the furthest thing from the truth.
A woman’s beauty is supposed to be her grand project and constant insecurity. We’re meant to shellac our lips with five different glosses, but always think we’re fat. Beauty is Zeno’s paradox. We should endlessly strive for it, but it’s not socially acceptable to admit we’re there. We can’t perceive it in ourselves. It belongs to the guy screaming “nice tits”.
Hope is, well, tricky. Those who have hope seem to make it through life in some of the toughest, darkest situations. Those who feel hopeless tend to wane away in even the best of times. This is because hope cannot exist in a vacuum. It doesn’t exist by itself. Hope always has an object of hope, something we are hoping for or something in which we place our hope. If that object is solid and unwavering, then the hope in that object will allow you to win a staring contest with Death itself. If that object has the consistency of quicksand, then you’ll soon find yourself trying to escape the very thing you put your hope in.
Below is an excerpt from an article by John Starke of The Gospel Coalition. I would highly encourage you to read the whole thing. Reading articles like this is important because it shows us how God still sovereignly works throughout history to prepare His people to be a light toward those around them, even in the darkest of times.
The smell. That’s what everyone in New York City remembers from that horrible day 10 years ago.
“There was a strange smell hanging in the air, which was some strange putrid burnt chemical smell,” one resident remembers. “The air felt thick and unclean to breathe. The smell lasted for weeks.” Those in New York during the September 11 attacks all have vivid memories of watching the smoke-spewing towers, fleeing the chaos in Lower Manhattan, or fearing for friends and family who worked in the business district. But everyone I talked to remembers the smell.
“I remember the smoke from downtown, visible everywhere for days,” recalls Tim Keller, pastor of Redeemer Presbyterian Church in Manhattan. “And the stench, the unique smell that also lasted for days. You could smell it everywhere. No one asked what the smell came from. We didn’t want to know.”
Read the rest at The Gospel Coalition.
Posted in Life Lessons
Tagged 9/11, Christ, Christianity, Church, Evangelical, Evangelicalism, Evil, Gospel, hope, Hope after 9/11, Jesus, New York, Suffering, Tim Keller
I’ve been reading the Barbarian Way by Erwin McManus recently, and I’ve come into a dilemma that I have never had to deal with before: I actually want to highlight quotes and passages in this book. You were probably expecting something more enlightening. Well, sorry to disappoint. I’ve never written or highlighted in books before, except one of the Bibles I used to have. I’m not really sure why, maybe it’s left over from having to return school text books at the end of the school year. So, I did what anyone else would do given such an important problem: I posted it on Facebook to see what everyone else thought. Continue reading
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Tagged barbarian way, Christ, Christianity, cross, disciples, faith, God, Gospel, hope, Jesus, love, love letters, Messiah