From the Thanks2Giving archives (a.k.a., the Christmas blog), because the truths of Christmas are not bound by a calendar. The question I exhort you to ask yourself when you get to the end of this post is this: Has He changed everything for you? ~ mrsdkmiller (with some changes, originally published on 12/16/15)
Sometimes, says Tim Keller, "you don't realize that Jesus is all you need until Jesus is all you have."
Or let's turn that around. Sometimes, you realize that if all you have is Jesus, then you have all you need.
Twenty-six posts in a row on Christmas, plus one as a wrap-up.
A whole series with its own name, From Thanks 2 Giving.
Topics ranging from meanderings on theology of Christmas to events from childhood to quotes from Christmas passages in movies or books.
And no special series for Easter. No special posts.
Just quiet. Waiting.
To many, words may be no more than scribbly clumps on a page or a screen, or combinations of sound that clutter the air. But I have experienced -- no, discovered -- immeasurable power in words. Weight. Expanse. Intricate details. Depths that plummet and heights that spiral into the sky like a fireworks rocket. Curves that invite touch. Edges and shrieks that cut into the flesh like knives. And illumination, glory and hope. And rest.
un temps pour pleurer . . . un temps pour se lamenter . . . Ecclésiaste 3: 4
Since November, when 130 were killed and over 350 injured in Paris, the place names have changed, as have the faces, but the narrative is similar. There have been over 6,000 lives lost or affected as a result of terrorist assaults, attacks or bombings in these past four months. There isn't a single place on the web where the figures are updated with sufficient regularity and accuracy to give a count as of this moment because they're happening so often, because those injured die later and are unaccounted for, because in some cases, the locations and circumstances make determining whether it was terrorism or civil unrest difficult.
The power of the Cross is ineffective if we regard it as a mere symbol of brotherly sacrifice or in a historical-political context with overtones of oppression and revolution. The power of the Cross flows through the blood of Jesus, the Lamb of God, and it's from that doctrine that Christians treasure the crimson flow. The Prince of Preachers, Charles Spurgeon, gives us five ways in which believers regard it as precious.
An old Howard Jones song queries, "What is love anyway?" The world loves pretty love, luscious love. It loves love that nourishes the self and seeks its own. It lauds lust that is driven by the hunger of the belly instead of love that is patient, kind and truthful. This is why unrealistic romanticism and pornography are found side by side in movie theaters, on mainstream bookstore shelves, and on your digital device.
Is there a hole I can just dive into when sanctification gets hard and messy? This is an ugly admission, but somehow I don't think I'm alone. Do you ever think back to your days on the other side of the divide of faith and recall how easy it was to drift from task to leisure and on to more leisure with no thought to the consequences of sin? I try to suppress the whispering, but if I have allowed the ground of my heart to become fertile for the seed of discontentment to germinate, the whisperer may succeed.
In northern Iraq, radical Muslims (ISIS) spray-painted the Arabic letter ن, or “N,” on the homes and businesses of Christians. The property owners were publicly identified as Christ-followers and given a choice to convert to Islam, leave, or die. The courageous believers refused to deny their faith. Over 100,000 left with barely the clothing on their backs. Today you can stand with them by making the following commitment. “I will not let them suffer in silence. I will not let them serve alone.”
From the Thanks2Giving archives (a.k.a., the Christmas blog), because the truths of Christmas are not bound by a calendar. The question I exhort you to ask yourself when you get to the end of this post, published on 12/18/15, is this: Has your heart been invaded? ~ mrsdkmiller
Aslan is on the move.
Imagine being a part of the resistance network in an occupied country, waiting for word from your commander to trickle down through the ranks. Imagine hearing that he has arrived behind enemy lines, that he is moving into position, setting up an operations base for an internal assault, an invasion from within.
It's always winter but never Christmas.
Laura Miller aka mrsdkmiller
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When God Pries My Fingers Off My Children
Life's Defining Moments
To the Christian Wife Who Berated Her Husband in Front of My Daughter
Zeal and Grace in France
An Unconventional Love Story
Seeing What's in Front of Our Eyes
Remembering Why I Called You Hannah
Love Your Sister.
Because He Came Home
Go Valiantly! A Prayer for New Homeschooling Moms
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