BLAH when people talk about Paradise and they’re like AND WE’RE GONNA BE YOUNG AND GORGEOUS AND PERFECT LOOKING WITH CLEAR SKIN AND
i mean maybe but it’s not the change in your appearance that matters but the shift in standards, there will be no more insecurity or vanity or lust or envy or expectations of beauty because without sin we can see who we are truly and our real value
we’ll have clear skin but nobody’s gonna be worrying about blemishes mk
no more brokenness of self image or identity. we will embrace our true worth.
I wonder if I’m called to be doing this. If this is Spirit led. I wonder if they know I care about them and that I’m not neglecting them. I wonder if God can use a mess up like me to show His grace to these people. Can I truly and faithfully divide His word so that people can be truly moved by the Spirit and follow Him. Sometimes the fruit takes a while to grow. I need to remember that God is not done with anyone yet. He is alive. He is still working. Even in my unfaithfulness, my God is faithful. I know that. I think. But sometimes, you know…? Just sometimes.
O Lord, rebuke me not in Your wrath,
And chasten me not in Your burning anger.
For Your arrows have sunk deep into me,
And Your hand has pressed down on me.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your indignation;
There is no health in my bones because of my sin.
For my iniquities are gone over my head;
As a heavy burden they weigh too much for me.
My wounds grow foul and fester
Because of my folly.
I am bent over and greatly bowed down;
I go mourning all day long.
For my loins are filled with burning,
And there is no soundness in my flesh.
I am benumbed and badly crushed;
I groan because of the agitation of my heart.
Lord, all my desire is before You;
And my sighing is not hidden from You.
My heart throbs, my strength fails me;
And the light of my eyes, even that has gone from me.
My loved ones and my friends stand aloof from my plague;
And my kinsmen stand afar off.
Those who seek my life lay snares for me;
And those who seek to injure me have threatened destruction,
And they devise treachery all day long.
But I, like a deaf man, do not hear;
And I am like a mute man who does not open his mouth.
Yes, I am like a man who does not hear,
And in whose mouth are no arguments.
For I hope in You, O Lord;
You will answer, O Lord my God.
For I said, “May they not rejoice over me,
Who, when my foot slips, would magnify themselves against me.”
For I am ready to fall,
And my sorrow is continually before me.
For I confess my iniquity;
I am full of anxiety because of my sin.
But my enemies are vigorous and strong,
And many are those who hate me wrongfully.
And those who repay evil for good,
They oppose me, because I follow what is good.
Do not forsake me, O Lord;
O my God, do not be far from me!
Make haste to help me,
O Lord, my salvation!
- Sometimes I wonder if I’m even supposed to be doing this. Is that okay?
B.H.B.: It just hit me. -
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
This is not God’s beginning. It may not even be the angels’ beginning. This Beginning in Genesis 1:1 is perhaps just the beginning of a reality that we can comprehend.
We don’t know a reality outside of time, so maybe this Beginning is…
you just hit on the first point of the YA discussion that i’m planning for the 23rd.
This man was driving me across Tehran yesterday, when I learned that he’d lived for 8 years in America— incidentally on the same STREET as me in Georgia.
He first crossed into the United States from Mexico— paying $1,500 to be transported across the border. He wanted to go to University and be a dentist, but learned that the idea of America was much more bountiful than the reality. He worked at a factory job for 8 years, without ever being able to get a drivers license. He wasn’t able to find a foothold in society. After 9/11, he said things got much tougher for Middle Eastern immigrants. “I had a great passion for the American people,” he said. “When 9/11 happened, I had no money, so instead I gave my blood.”
Five years ago he spent a night in jail for driving without a license. He decided he was tired of being nervous all the time, and he went all out for a green card. When he was turned down, he returned to Iran.
His fee for a 45 minute taxi ride across Tehran was only $6. I paid him the rate he’d have received in America, and asked for his photograph. He was the kind of man I most admire. The kind that realizes you get one shot at life, and risks everything to make the best of it. I was sorry it didn’t work out for him.
“It was my destiny,” he said. He didn’t sound like he believed his own words though.
“Are you married?” I asked.
“Yes. I met my wife when I returned to Iran.”
“Well there you go,” I said.
As I prepared to take his photograph, he made one request: “Don’t photograph me with the taxi,” he said, “it’s a low class job.”
“It’s not a low class job,” I said. “It’s the job of people who take huge risks so their children can be lawyers and surgeons.”
Too much cute.
The self sufficient/reliant Christian is like a spiritual life-draining zombie that will eat others and utterly rot themselves away.
Is anyone from the tumbleverse down in FL going to the Gospel Coalition Conference in April?
Wanna adopt a poor seminary student for a few days?
I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you’re looking for money, I can tell you I don’t have alotta money… but what I do have are a very particular set of theological one liners. Theological one liners I have acquired over a very long career on tumblr. Theological epiphanies that make me a blessing for people like you. If you let me stay at your place, that will not be the end of it - I will follow you on Tumblr, I will add you on Facebook… but if you don’t, I will cry, I will cry… and I will not go to TGC 2013.
I did not know love until You loved me.
so simple yet so true. 1 John 4:19