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David calculated the risk, and he decided. His words sounded wise, but soon seventy thousand of Israel would be dead, their corpses rotting in the streets.
And not enough tombs to hold them all.
One Thing Jesus’ Birth Taught Us about Being Human
"Let me fall into the hands of the Lord, for his mercy is very great; but do not let me fall into human hands" (1 Chron. 21:13b).
David calculated the risk, and he decided. His words sounded wise, but soon seventy thousand of Israel would be dead, their corpses rotting in the streets.
David calculated the risk, and he decided. His words sounded wise, but soon seventy thousand of Israel would be dead, their corpses rotting in the streets.
Dear Flawed Person: God's Not Done with You
Hi. My name is Andy, and I’m a perfectionist.
It sounds romantic, I know, but it’s not. It’s paralyzing. I don’t take on new endeavors because of fear of failure. I never believe I’m good enough because there’s always room for improvement. Tasks take twice as long while I work on every detail.
It sounds romantic, I know, but it’s not. It’s paralyzing. I don’t take on new endeavors because of fear of failure. I never believe I’m good enough because there’s always room for improvement. Tasks take twice as long while I work on every detail.
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Yet no matter how hard I work, one thing has become clear: I’m still flawed. Maybe you are too. But there’s good news for imperfect people like you and me.
I Was Surprised to Realize This One Thing Is Missing from the Lord’s Prayer
Every time I pray I say, “Thank you.”
Thank you for the day, for the rain, for breath, for my family. You get the point. I say it a lot.
But one day while pondering the Lord’s prayer—Jesus’ master course on how to pray—I noticed there’s one thing missing:
Thank you for the day, for the rain, for breath, for my family. You get the point. I say it a lot.
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But one day while pondering the Lord’s prayer—Jesus’ master course on how to pray—I noticed there’s one thing missing:
God Still Refuses to Ruin Your Calling
The last home we lived in was beautiful.
It is perhaps considered modest by American standards, but even on the day we moved out I remember thinking, This is a nice home.
Upon entering you were stunned by the tall ceilings and the flood of natural light peering in through the wall-to-wall windows.
The master bathroom was embarrassingly lavish with a large jetted tub and shower combo, two walk-in closets, and two sinks.
Compared with the apartment living Katie and I were accustomed to, we were living like royalty.
But while the home was great, there was a problem.
It is perhaps considered modest by American standards, but even on the day we moved out I remember thinking, This is a nice home.
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Upon entering you were stunned by the tall ceilings and the flood of natural light peering in through the wall-to-wall windows.
The master bathroom was embarrassingly lavish with a large jetted tub and shower combo, two walk-in closets, and two sinks.
Compared with the apartment living Katie and I were accustomed to, we were living like royalty.
But while the home was great, there was a problem.
3 Essential Tests That Will Transform Your Heart Forever
My wife and I have a weakness, and that weakness is called leftover pizza.
Leftover pizza is the one thing that will never go bad in our house. Sure, it might be tucked away in aluminum foil far back in the recesses of the fridge. But we know it’s there, calling out to us.
We’ll eat it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, or maybe a late night snack. I literally had a slice of pepperoni and black olive just before writing this post. I wasn’t hungry, but I ate it anyway. Why? Because it was there. And it was delicious.
If I have such a hard time resisting cold, leftover pizza, I wonder what it was like for Jesus in the wilderness when he underwent temptation. At forty days without food, He was at the weakest he could be.
Then came Satan.
And it wasn’t just with food that he tested Jesus. In all, the enemy administered three tests he thought for sure would ensnare the would-be messiah.
These three tests are tests we all face on some scale or another. And they are essential tests God uses to transform our hearts.
Leftover pizza is the one thing that will never go bad in our house. Sure, it might be tucked away in aluminum foil far back in the recesses of the fridge. But we know it’s there, calling out to us.
We’ll eat it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, or maybe a late night snack. I literally had a slice of pepperoni and black olive just before writing this post. I wasn’t hungry, but I ate it anyway. Why? Because it was there. And it was delicious.
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If I have such a hard time resisting cold, leftover pizza, I wonder what it was like for Jesus in the wilderness when he underwent temptation. At forty days without food, He was at the weakest he could be.
Then came Satan.
And it wasn’t just with food that he tested Jesus. In all, the enemy administered three tests he thought for sure would ensnare the would-be messiah.
These three tests are tests we all face on some scale or another. And they are essential tests God uses to transform our hearts.
Are You Making this Rookie Mistake in Your Walk with God?
“Come on buddy. Just jump.” I said. But I could see the tears begin to well up in his eyes.
A few minutes earlier he had been my fearless son. Now he was quivering and crying.
“I don’t want to. I’m scared.”
A few minutes earlier he had been my fearless son. Now he was quivering and crying.
“I don’t want to. I’m scared.”
How I Failed American History and Became the Luckiest Guy in Oklahoma
My first F couldn’t have come at a worse time. I don’t know if there’s ever a good time to fail a college course, but this one felt especially inopportune.
On scholarship at a private Christian college, one condition of my financial aid was, of course, grade point average. Without the scholarship, attending the university was not a fiscal possibility.
On scholarship at a private Christian college, one condition of my financial aid was, of course, grade point average. Without the scholarship, attending the university was not a fiscal possibility.
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I’ll spare the details for another post, probably titled, Why I Suck at Forgiveness, but I will say this. I earned the failing grade. I did. I earned it. Nevertheless, I do believe my situation merited some mercy.
But the point here isn’t why I failed the class, but what happened as a result. My life turned upside down. I despaired.
I don’t fail courses. I ace them.
But I did fail.
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