As long as we believers in Christ continue to deal with what "the world" understands concerning the church and truth, will we not be further and further away from a renewed mind concerning the will of God for His creation--a will that is going to be accomplished by our God?
Now, God's will for the fallen creation--as you know--is encapsulated in Ephesians 1 and made possible by the Gospel of Jesus Christ:
1:3 Blessed be the God and
Something came up on the board that caused me to remember a dream I had a few years ago so I thought I would write it down while I actually remember it! Who knows if I would ever think of it again. I don't just have visions but dreams also from God...though this one I can't say was from God..it was a very strange and detailed dream though. I wish I could remember what was going on in the news at that time that might have caused this dream.
I dreamed I lived in a town run
Give and Take
I'd like to share this pearl of wisdom I have found with you
For through the years it became clear that it is indeed true
A wise old friend of years gone by sat down and talked to me
He said that not accepting help is life lived selfishly
That give and take is what is right; a balanced life is best
For the giver and receiver can then both be blessed.
Pride is something which quite often can get in the way
Of asking or
Updated Mar 27th 2009 at 12:19 AM by paidforinfull
I met a mournful stranger in the night,
And asked to hear the story of his plight.
He looked at me with a woeful stare.
I could see his pain; feel his despair.
"Once I was a man of good fashion."
He said with a voice void of passion.
"I had money to satisfy every need,
But money burns in flames of greed.
Surrounded by the finest things,
Unconcerned with what the future brings,
I catered to the worlds temptation;
In the seclusion of December's wood,
The whispering moments of Winter-hood
Find me in great need of serenity,
That imponderable amenity,
And walking within the evergreen frost,
Feeling completely so lonely and lost,
Failures, misfortunes, are all that I see.
Relentless pursuers I cannot flee.
So I shall rest below snow plated trees;
Maybe, just maybe, my feet I can please.
Meanwhile, unfolding before my sad eyes,