I am quite passionate about the fact that we cannot earn our purity. I’ll explain all of that in a moment, but first I need to rewind and provide a bit of a backstory into my childhood. When I was 7, I became a Christian. I didn’t fully understand what that meant yet, just that Jesus had forgiven me for the wrong things I had done and that He would give me life in Heaven when I die. As I… Read more »
The Day that Death Died By Michaela W. By one of His own, He was betrayed, One who, by silver’s ring, was swayed, He was led away, His hands bound and tied, On the day that death died. Spit upon and falsely accused, He was whipped, beaten – horribly abused, Before Pilate of Rome, He was questioned and tried, On the day that death died. Led through the streets full of mocking and scorn, A burden on His back, on… Read more »
Forgive and comfort. Quite honestly, I don’t like those two words next to each other. Not at all. In fact, if it were up to me, those words would be as far away from each other as they could possibly get. “Forgive and then ignore,” I like. “Comfort those who are always kind to you,” I like. “Forgive and comfort,” I don’t like. However, we are called to Forgive and comfort those who have hurt us. It’s in the Bible. Say what??… Read more »
We gather there, on that road to watch as Jesus stumbles down the road. Soldiers whip Him as He struggles to carry the wooden cross, and we cheer with every blow. “Take that!” “Hit Him again!” The mob mentality has fully overtaken us. As one body, one voice, we follow Him down the road like a parade celebrating His coming death. Jesus stumbles and falls down, unable to carry the cross anymore. We boo at Him, scorning His weakness. A… Read more »
The following is a guest post by Hannah of tosharecareandlove.com I was one of those kids who grew up in church. I knew all the songs by heart, went to Sunday School, and was living (and leading) a Christian life, but that didn’t save me. My dad was a pastor, so I had always known about Jesus, and believed He existed. I accepted Jesus into my heart at the ripe old age of 7, and knew in my heart that He… Read more »
