Recently, I’ve gotten into sewing my own clothes. Anyone else have trouble finding things that are long enough, modest enough, and fit like it should? See, I’ve got that problem. And I hate shopping (unless it’s Goodwill shopping, then count me in!). So, I decided just to sew my own clothes myself. (more…)
I was preparing a sermon last week on Matthew 6. The portions of Matthew 6 that we were studying were the well-known quotes from the Sermon on the Mount in which Jesus told his followers to not act like “the hypocrites.” I always have some mixed feelings when I read about Jesus doing some name-calling, but he was referring to the Pharisees. The Pharisees, after all, pulled a few strings to get Jesus crucified. So that makes it easier for me to let go of the name-calling hang up.
Help me to remember that my life is in your hands.
Help me to remember that no mistake I have made is to big for you to fix.
Help me to remember that you love me even in the midst of feeling lost.
Help me to remember that your power is stronger than any storm that rises.
Help me to remember that I have your love, protection, and mercy to always keep me safe.
In the moments when I feel like giving up, God just help me to remember.
I have a lot to discuss this month but somehow “mercy” has been my main focus today. I woke up with a totally different plan for my day but God made provisions so that it ended much better then I expected.According to the dictionary the term mercy involves compassion or forgiveness shown toward someone whom it is within one’s power to harm. (more…)
When I was in junior high and high school in the early to mid 90’s, long before I ever met Jesus, before I developed my current musical tastes, I listened to rock music and heavy metal music. I was an angry and depressed kid, and that was the music that connected to me and expressed my inner self. There was one particular band, with one particular singer, that I really liked, and I followed this singer for years.
That era of rock music was pretty dark. Most of the stars of that period were heavy drug users, depressed and angry, and not entirely comfortable with the glamorous spotlight of stardom. In fact, many of them died from overdoses. If you wanted to listen to something happy, this wasn’t the genre. But this one particular singer that I liked, despite stories of similar struggles, kept performing all the way through. (more…)