If all of your prayers were answered today, how much would it benefit anyone other than you?
Regular church attendance with a body that values biblical teaching is important, but every one of us needs more that 25 minutes a week to become fully committed followers of Jesus (i.e. have a solid biblical foundation, a sincere and vital faith, and a firm grasp on the practical application of said faith in everyday life).
We demand justice and long for grace. Yet none of us is completely innocent. If justice was served, we'd all be condemned. So our hearts long for mercy, undeserved kindness. We want to be forgiven because we know it's so desperately needed.
Every day offers a fresh start. What if we let go of being worn down by the bad choices of yesterday and start fresh today. String enough of those kind of days together and you’ve got a new habit!
The announcement of Jesus' birth wasn't the first announcement of peace. Old Testament prophets, Isaiah and Micah, promised one who would bring peace (Is. 9:6; Micah 5:4). Interestingly enough, none of these claims of peace came at times that would be considered peaceful.
So let's post the sign in our hearts, homes, and church, "Love lives here!" When we do, fear flees!
"As Christians, we are in the midst of war. If we never have any troubles, if we have nothing but peace, we have not been involved in this war in the midst of a generation that has rebelled against God." (Francis A. Shaeffer)
The faithfulness of God is not an ethereal concept that like a mist disappears when you reach out to grab hold of it. It is more like that firm ground upon which one stands solidly even in the darkness when his feet cannot be seen.
For me, it never really goes away. It’s like that sleeping bag you used to have. When you got it, it was rolled so precisely and packed neatly in its bag. Once you took it out, it has never quite fit back in that bag.
I can say that ignorance is an insufficient excuse like a blanket too short, when I pull it over my head my feet are no longer covered and the pesky reminders of inhumanity creep in one way or the other.