The Ache of Autumn

“I feel a loneliness for my Creator that pulls me like a migratory bird in the Fall.” -Rebecca Reynolds As she paints the leaves red and strips down the trees, and as the carved jack o’ lantern sitting out on the neighbor’s front porch grows mold and curls in on itself, she reminds us that there is death, but for those who know, there is more than that.

We Are Not Fit to Make Our Own Choice

"I am not fit to be my own chooser; God shall choose for me! I desire nothing but what God sees fit to give me." - Thomas Jacombe This quote is a soul-searching statement about contentment. So much of our turmoil of soul stems from believing our situation should be something other than what it … Continue reading We Are Not Fit to Make Our Own Choice

Disbelieve in Hell: May As Well Throw Away Your Bible

Disbelieve Hell, and you unscrew, unsettle, and unpin everything in the Scripture. Disbelieve Hell, and you may as well throw your Bible away at once! From "no Hell" to "no God" is but a series of steps!

The Costly Benefits of Social Media

As mentioned in a recent post entitled Social Media is Brain Poison, where I used hyperbole to lay out some of the problems with social media, I mentioned that there are some real benefits to this new technology. Connectivity to family and friends is always at the top of the list. The problem is the … Continue reading The Costly Benefits of Social Media

Our Great Delusion

There is no delusion more prevalent, or more difficult to remove from the minds of men — than the imagined power which this world possesses to confer solid good or substantial enjoyment on its devotees. Their life is one unceasing struggle for some object or attainment which lies at a distance from them.

The Years the Locust has Eaten

I hope you are finally sick of it. If you find yourself in a period of spiritual stagnation, I pray you have had enough of its emptiness. It can happen subtlety over time. One day you are walking close to the Lord and a period of time later you find yourself devastated by his absence. … Continue reading The Years the Locust has Eaten