Hi friends! I hope this finds you all doing well!
I have been keeping busy, busy, busy these past few months! Overwhelmingly busy, actually! I’m not complaining though — it’s been good for me.
And what’s the title of this post all about anyway?! oh THAT! I’m so very excited about this!
As most of you know (at least, those of you who have followed this blog for awhile), I’ve been wanting to write a book for a long time now. In fact, I’ve had a burden about it for awhile. I wanted to write something that would help and encourage people. I wanted to write something that was real…
Well, the day has finally come! I released my first “ebook” yesterday afternoon!
Back in August we had a QOTD post about the Baptist Briders group. This week’s QOTD post is along the same lines, but completely different.
The Baptist Briders believe only those who are saved, baptized, and members of a “NT Baptist Church” are what makes up the Bride of Christ and everyone else is either just part of the “extended family” or completely left out altogether.
Use Scripture to back your opinions. Please. and thank you.
As I was perusing through my facebook newsfeed a few weeks back I came across a post I thought was both Biblically unsound and quite awkward. However, it’s been a trend lately that the things I find to be awkward, you all don’t think their very awkward at all. Which is upsetting. ish.
I think what actually makes this particular post awkward is the 4th and 6th comment under this status update — both from the same individual. The 6th comment actually made me laugh out loud. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing.
This post has two parts:
First: rate this facebook post where you think it falls on the awkward scale.
This is not the normal QOTD-type question this week. Actually, there are no right or wrong answers to this question…ish. I guess there could be. I’m merely looking for your opinion, really. Or your preference. Whatever you prefer to call it.
I asked my facebook friends a few weeks ago for some ideas and it worked out pretty well, so I’m now asking you as well.
So, please… if you’re able to and have any ideas – help me out! Read the rest of this entry
Im not very old; and I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, done a lot of stupid things, and sinned more than my fair share of times. But I’ve been around long enough to notice something that is very disturbing to me.
I’ve watched enough pastors go to jail. I’ve read enough articles about Christians hurting (physically and emotionally) other Christians. I’ve heard enough “sermon illustrations” about spiritual leader “epic fails.”
The people we are relying on the most to be there for us; to encourage us when we’re down; to uphold us in prayer when we fail; to plead with us when we stray from truth; to love us regardless of our past or present; to instruct us as Jesus would if He was standing behind our church’s pulpits… Those men we look to as our “spiritual leaders” are becoming more scarce than ever.
I actually had something else in mind to post today until I remembered it’s Valentines Day. or Singles Awareness Day. or the Hallmark Holiday. or whatever you choose to label it as.
So instead of what I was originally going to post, I decided to upload a new “music video” (ish) I made several months back. It’s rough, poor quality, terrible sound, amature singing and piano playing, and one very old picture of myself. ha.
Anywho, it’s the words of the song that really matter… everything else is secondary. The song is called “Count Me” — and I’m not sure who wrote it. So give it a listen and hopefully your ears won’t hurt too bad at the end. ;]
I was perusing around on a Jehovah’s Witness website and come across some interesting questions. I may feature more of the questions they have listed on their site for future QOTD posts as well.
If you’ve gone to church for any amount of time, there’s a good chance that you’ve heard about and even been taught about the Trinity.
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…” ~ Psalm 23:4 (KJV)
It seems like our biggest fears come true. You lose the job. The person you love doesn’t love you back. Mom dies. You are suddenly stricken with illness. The scholarship money doesn’t come through. Daddy runs off with his secretary. War breaks out. The house burns. The cancer is back. Stocks plummet. That nagging worry you push away before going to sleep at night suddenly becomes your reality instead of your nightmare, and you find yourself screaming to heaven and wondering where God is and why did this happen.
Well-meaning friends step up and offer what comfort they can, hoping you won’t ask them the one question they can’t answer: why? And if you do, they will most likely give you some sort of explanation about how things just happen, this is a sinful world, etc. etc. etc.
The knock on the door awoke me from the half-slumberous state that Anna had left me in. This was the second day in a row that the door had been knocked at what I don’t think is unreasonable to call the ‘ungodly’ time of 8:30am. The day before it was the man who reads the electricity meter whose loud rap had commanded me from my bed. So why did I get up for the second morning in a row? Well, there are two reasons really, neither of which as I write them now make any sense… at all.
The first is that part of me, even when I have no logical reason to, expects that the postman might just have a big and exciting parcel, that is all for me, and obviously too big to fit through the letter box! Another part of me fears my father-in-law will be popping round for some reason and will be shocked beyond belief to find me not yet out of bed. However, what greeted me on this particular morning was not as exciting as a parcel and possibly scarier than the disapproving stares of the father-in-law.