The path of growth is not a smooth one. There is a constant ‘learn-grow-shed’ cycle that unsettles the old man and provokes the saint to grow ever closer to Christ. Old skin cracks, as the new man persists and breaks free, laying aside every weight and besetting sin. As scales fall from the eyes, and vision clears, the determination to obey will disrupt old ways of being and associating as the path leads away from the counsel of the ungodly, the way of sinners, and the ubiquitous seats of the scornful.
Let’s be. . . content
We moan and groan of things we can no longer do, But what of all we do get to do? To live… to laugh… to pray… to breathe? We get to serve, Rub shoulders with each other. We get to see Each man as a brother We get to feel, Revel in sensation We may…
The Year That Was
The year 2020 will go down in history as the year of awakening. There is nothing quite like disaster or contagion to test the mettle and lay hearts bare. . . is there? In the wake of the announcement that the dreaded COVID-19 had touched down in the west and, not long after, the shores…
Desensitized Danger
. . . he call to holiness is a shocking thing to senses long benumbed and the whole being jerks and recoils. With the stunning nature of revival comes the temptation to remain revived, but unreformed – alive but not abundantly so – because the fire that sparks reformation seems to lean toward the fanatical, and we prefer not to be that different from the world.
Behold with me
In an age where foolishness abounds, various adaptations of the evolutionary theory have gained popularity, even among believers, I am settled in my trust in an Intelligent Creator God who upholds and sustains all life. While others elevate concepts rooted in disorder and chaos, I behold God’s fingerprint in His created works and marvel. Nowhere…
RUTHLYN M WRITES 