The kingdom of God is not about what we see with these eyes. It’s not about eating or drinking or walking or throwing away the crutches. Those can be good gifts, like wealth and prosperity. But they touch only the surface and they are quite incidental. His kingdom is about peace and joy and love and a kind of power that will turn your heart into a herd of thundering horses if you let it.” It.
He didn’t think of the rot as a disease. His mind was sharp, but he’d been swallowed by lies that had long ago persuaded him that this was the way all good men should look and move and feel. Pain was natural. The smell of rotting flesh was more a scent of wholesome humanity than a stench.
Lack of understanding seemed as valuable to God as understanding. It required man to dip into the black hole of faith. But dipping into the hole was pretty much like walking through the dungeon at times.
Unlike most people,” Fisher said, “questions are what make you tick. Knowing is what gives you a reason to roll out of bed in the morning, because you’re not just in search of knowledge. Facts are never enough. You’re after something else, something more fundamental. You’re after the truth.” Fisher.
People tend to react to other people in wholesale rather than in detail, right? He’s a minister, so I hate him. She’s beautiful, so I like her. One month later you wake up and realize you have nothing in common with the woman.
Three of five seals. White: Origin is Infinite. Green: I am the Light of the World. Black: Seeing the Light in Darkness is my Journey.
It is written that in the last days the earth will tremble at the goodness of God. So then I ask you, what kind of goodness would make you weak in the knees with gratitude and awe?
Maybe he does show himself to us, but we don’t see. Maybe it’s not our senses that are the problem, but our minds.
The incomparable great power we have as believers is tied up in hope. Lose the hope and lose the power.
What love can you possibly need from the world if you are already full of His? None.
The problem of pain is not a nail in the coffin of Christianity; it is a crowbar that jerks the lid off the coffin and allows all who are willing to climb out of their sleep.
He felt like he was looking at a whole new world. Not only was he a new person, drowned in magic, but the thousands he faced were different.
The good news is, you can love yourself because you, too, are now love. Everything else is of your own making: a lie you believe; a story from an accuser that ravages you and keeps you locked in that cage of hell.
I was lost, starving for intimacy, desperate to be valued, swallowed by a sea of lonely hearts, thinking that perhaps I was the only one who was lost.
It was her false self that was confused, thinking that it knew what ugly was and stewing in it, trying to be good enough when there was no such thing. The ugliness had been corrected a long time ago through forgiveness. It was time to forgive herself and surrender to the truth. She.
Mine was less a crisis of doctrine than a crisis of experience.
Any time you find yourself worrying about anything, or upset because someone has dishonored or betrayed you, it is only because you have placed your faith in something other than Jesus.
It was real. Not your actual father, no, but the one who tells you that you’re not good enough. That you don’t belong. The one we all secretly fear when the lights are off. The one that religion has turned into a god made in their own image, capable of hatred.
In the same way, we who are clothed in Christ have great power and none greater than to love – without which, to quote Paul, the rest is nothing. But only in surrendering the old business suit do we see who we really are.
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