A Resolution


Resolutions to change usually die on January 2. Well this is February 6.

A resolution is not a state of mind, where by we make some empty pledge to become something. In that case, a resolution is no more than the job description of a hypocrite.

A resolution is a commitment to a higher state of mind than we could possibly own. It’s a mind of a hero. It’s the mind of someone vastly greater than we.

Remember when you decided to follow Jesus. Remember the mind you had; a determination to make change by building a foundation with the shovel he gave you. You believed his pledge to guide your every move. So can you tell yourself what happened? Do you know where you laid that shovel? Are you willing to go get it and pick it up again?

No foundation is built in a day. Every foundation is built one shovel load at a time. Resolve to retrieve the shovel. Resolve to walk back to the line he drew for you. Resolve to dig. Resolve toward calluses (on your hands and kneecaps).

Our goal is not the peak of the roof. It’s simply the next shovel load.

I don’t care what happened to you. I don’t care how old you are. I can’t care how long you will live here in this world. But we can care that he receives what is rightfully his.

Resolve to be resolved.

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Campfire Conversation


Some days are better than others. Some are difficult. Some require nothing of us. Naturally, we prefer the latter.

The hard times provide a long and complicated story. While sweet days can be summed up in one word, restful.

Not much of a legacy can be gathered for the one who has nothing but restful days. Intense hard times will write a lengthy obituary and spark much conversation around a campfire.

Think eternity.

Divine Intervention


Take a peek at the odds in gambling. They cannot fall in favor of the player. There are a limited number of variables in every game, yet those limited number of variables often devastate players

People call it luck. “Good luck” has risen to an almost God like blessing. People believe in luck far more than they believe in the divine intervention of God in every life.

Personally, I firmly believe there is no such thing as luck.

But think about this for a little while: if there was no divine intervention in the lives of every man woman and child, none of us but a very few would live past 30 days. How many would live to be 90 years old?

Just a Quirk?


They called a change in wind direction “a quirk of nature”. How many times have the enemies of Israel said the same thing? Those who despise Israel’s birthright never seem to learn.

Your “quirk of nature” is the Living God.

The direction of the wind not only thwarted the kites, but also blew copious amounts of Israeli tear gas and smoke from the burning tires toward the protesters, chasing many away.

WISSAM NASSAR FOR THE NEW YORK TIMES

https://www.google.com/amp/s/mobile.nytimes.com/2018/05/04/world/middleeast/gaza-israel-flaming-kites-protest.amp.html

The Missing Clue


There are so many who go through life without the slightest idea of why they’re here. Their best clue is to adopt some sort of higher ritual. At the height of their glory they are no more godly than a mockingbird is human.

The only reason for being here, living this life until death, is to serve the living God by allowing his holy son to become your sacrifice and master.