About three months ago, the Lord begin to work on our leadership and people at Family Life Bible Church by creating this huge thirst within our hearts for a refreshing from Him. We didn’t know what to do other than to devote a period of time to seeking . . .
No matter how many times we hear about faith or talk about faith, we will never realize the cost of faith until we are practicing it in the trenches of life. It is there that we discover there is more than knowing the right answers or singing in the right key if we are going to live a life that is . . .
In a world that wants instantaneous happiness there's a little bit of irony that this theme comes in two blog posts, right? In fact we've probably come to understand that being truly happen doesn't have a 5, 7, or 12 step plan. Rather it's the blessing that comes from living a life that is completely surrendered to Christ. He's shown us what that looks like in . . .
Do you remember that time you were truly happy? Hmmm . . . well that would depend on your definition of happiness, right? If we’re talking about fleeting bursts of energy when we accomplished much, or an emotional surge when a victory is experienced, then yes we can probably come up with some moments in our lives when . . .
Could it be that we sometimes wander into the area of becoming spiritual hoarders? There are piles of objects, bundles of activities, clusters of people, or stacks of positions that we allow to clutter our heart's house so that we can no longer sense the presence of a holy God. He has something to say about our habit and He stated it very clearly in . . .
My experience with lukewarm coffee makes me cringe when I think of how the Lord must have felt about the church at Laodicea. It seems that within that body of believers had crept a comfortable self reliance that had brought the temperature of these folks to a degree of absolute uselessness. These guys had become so tepid that they didn’t even realize their true need for a . . .
My dad tells the story of when my younger brother, Tim, woke him up one night. Dad was lying on his side toward the edge of the bed. Something caused him to open his eyes where he saw that Tim was just standing there, a foot from his face, looking at him. I know. The stuff you would see in a horror flick. Tim said, “Daddy. What are we gonna do now?” Dad crawled out of bed and said, “We’re going back to bed!”
Tim is a lot like us when it comes to sitting at the feet of Jesus . . .