I Owe, I Owe


Work hard to buy a house.
Work hard to raise your children.
Work hard to be dependable.
Work hard for an education.
Work hard so you can play.

All these great things, done for us.
I can’t remember what that’s called.

What are we willing to do for the One who made us?
What are we willing to do in response to his promise of eternal life?

How do we give
Thanks?…….
Praise………
Friendship……….
Fearless abandon……….
Fellowship……..
Let’s see now, what’s that called?

Release


If you are in Christ, your sins are like a corpse that lays exposed on the ground.  They are detestable and grotesque.  But they can do you no more harm than a dead body.  Turn away from them and do not fear them.

When temptations come, remember your release.  They are no more then a band of fog or a mist that comes before your eyes.  Pass through them they have no power over you anymore.

What do you owe the Lord Jesus for such a glorious release?  You simply owe him everything.  You owe him all your fears.  You owe him absolute allegiance.  You owe him adoration, praise, and thanks.  You owe him your very life.

If you busy yourself with a love for Jesus, you will have victory over the things that used to defeat you. 

The inverse of all these things is also true.  But we are not like those who, once released from bondage in Egypt, complained and desire to go back.  Instead, we are a new nation of peoples.  Our bodies will not litter the way to the promised land.  We will love him with all our heart and arrive set free.

From Warm Fuzzy to Molten Lava


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041 - Warm Fuzzy

041 – Warm Fuzzy (Photo credit: LaMenta3)

When we’re young love is a warm fuzzy.  Little by little we learn that true love is full of pain.  In the end we learn that true love is the hardest element of life to perform.  Love does regardless the personal desire to run away.  As intense as trials can be, love gets up and goes to the specific place you really don’t want to go.  Kind of like a dog rescuing something from a burning house fire.

(Thank you for allowing me to learn this truth.  I know it’s been horribly painful from time to time.)