God has goals. Spoken by us, through Him. May even have been spoken over-us, post-conception. In the womb. For instance, Jeremiah had words given to him later, that were originally declared before he was born. Ones others might share.
These can come early-on, these 'words over'. They're generally conditional . . .
Ever heavier intoxicating disruption pervades. The outcome should rise up deep concentration upon God. Where else? Who else? What else?
Yet, go running other ways. Away from... in a subconscious protest. Substitutes or ever returning to the only one? Blessed are... wherein the poor and hungry take heart.
How many . . .
We're given hope for humanity but that's different from cruising along with the idols. Does, wider-than our little huddle or self, matter? Wonder if and who does -- well God does. Care and it matters.
The Saker's latest and comments you could read a race between US economic demise and regional wars.
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Something about the Bible. The way the words engage with us. God, through and with them. They claim about themselves special substance and weight but how and why?
The uniqueness of Christ and the primacy of the Bible, are claims that provoke opposition. How about the words themselves. Translated from -- yet? Info with . . .
First two minutes. Rewind; Misty Edwards sings her songs, ‘When You Think of Me'. Yeah.
Charismatic Church Worship is an unusual glimpse into God appearing real. Scenes of sincere abandonment and the perceived presence of God. Without the effort to project something. Not for the crowd. Not . . .
Giving and receiving. Priorities -- or could say -- needs, for living in/with God. Why these dynamics so matter isn't easy to understand but what's called for. The power or release involves generosity and faith.
Meeting in the mission of compassion and liberation. Bringing about God on earth. Our purpose for living . . .
Sheep and asleep are two run-down terms for the 99... point nine, percent. Alarmed and alarming, signs, otherwise. God-like aspirations of the controlling class, the dreadful few, see the multitudes bowing. Like a stadium of Charismatics waving hands and bellowing a chorus.
May not seem to Joe Public but we're being . . .