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Had supper yet? Feast on this… “I have learned…to let God be the mystery that He is and, with eyes wide open, to pursue Him, not with the precision of a crossword puzzle fanatic but with the reckless passion of a pilot flying into the Bermuda Triangle. Following Christ is a wild adventure full of risk, frustration,
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No matter sin gets redefined, it can’t unring the bell. Ignore it, offset it with good or call it something else, the roots of guilt remain like an impossibly stubborn weed. What can we do? Start here… “Father in heaven! Hold not our sins up against us but hold us up against our sins, so that the thought of Thee when it wakens in our
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This week I buried my father-in-law; earlier this year I buried my mother. In-between I helped others bury loved-ones. There but for the grace of God we go? No, there we go. But a great certainty awaits. [Here comes a SPOILER] In the last book of C.S. Lewis’ The Chronicles of Narnia, the four children are killed. Tragic and bad,
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Sometimes I skip to the end of a book to see how things turn out, and occasionally, instead of a spoiler, I find a game changer. Here’s one. “Your real, new self (which is Christ’s and also yours, and yours just because it is His) will not come as long as you are looking for it. It will come when
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I like food (one look at me and you know) and I like happiness. Apparently, so did C.S. Lewis… “God designed the human machine to run on Himself. He Himself is the fuel our spirits were designed to burn, or the food our spirits were designed to feed on. There is no other. That is
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The following account may or may not be historical. Either way, it’s true. It was Christmas Eve, 1910. General William Booth, the founder of The Salvation Army was an invalid and near the end of his life—it was impossible for him to attend the Army’s annual convention. Someone near the General suggested that Booth send a
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Another marvelous prayer. “I am no longer my own, but Yours. Put me to what You will, rank me with whom You will; Put me to doing, put me to suffering; Let me be employed for You or laid aside for You; Let me be exalted for You, or brought low for You; Let me be full, let me be
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In 1858, a Sunday School teacher named Mr. Kimball led a Boston shoe clerk to give his life to Jesus Christ. The Clerk, Dwight L. Moody, became an evangelist. In England of 1879, he awakened the evangelistic zeal in the heart of Fredrick B. Meyer, the pastor of a small church. F.B. Meyer, preaching at
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Oruel, a fictional pagan in C.S. Lewis’ book, Till We Have Faces, lashed out at the gods for their fickleness… “I say the gods deal very un-rightly with us. For they will neither…go away and leave us to live our own short days to ourselves, nor will they show themselves openly and tell us what they would have
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The world is in trouble, but fret not—the church isn’t. The pressure is on, but it’s been on before. The world even tried to kill Jesus, and look what happened… “Nothing can extinguish it. To the end of time it shall be there and shall always manifest itself, and men must never lose heart because of that.
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Jay McCarl 