The miracle of Christmas is that the creator of galaxies and stars and planets and oceans and land and living creatures and you and me, was so moved by love, that he became a baby in a feed trough.
What would happen if we would #liveloved?
I had to gather my thoughts after I listened to John MacArthur’s remarks on Beth Moore. My initial response was nausea, then anger, then sadness, then fire.
When we realize that the gospel is a proclamation of good news, then we become heralds who interact face-to-face with those to whom the message relates.
I must believe that it’s when I reach the end of myself, I find the beginning of it all.
“How did you know what was in front of you?” She answered, “I held your hand and let you lead me.”
I’ve decided to stare at my weakness and say, “That. That is the place where I will focus my energy.”
Did God make a mistake when he made me? Are his promises for me too? Or just for men?