What is it, then, that comprises our deepest selves and gives us worth?
Don’t mistake man’s weakness for God’s.
He who holds his life dear is destroying it; And he who makes his life of no account in this world Will keep it to the life of the ages.” Yeshua.
The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eye is clear, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness.
So many Christians today see a system in which they cannot measure up and so they feel unworthy. The church seems to have failed them.
She blinked and looked back at me. “Lazarus? He’s changed. He was always close to Yeshua, but now they seem to share something words cannot express. At times I think he cannot truly understand what happened to him.” “What does he say?” She hesitated. “He has no fear of death now. None. Truly, I believe he longs to be absent of body once again. He saw much but can explain little. But more, Lazarus knows only love for others now. It seems he has become a child once again.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Our challenge isn’t in becoming more than we are, because we are already risen and complete. Our challenge is to remember and abide in who we are, each day and each hour.
There was no life above the surface anyway.
How, then, does one find and know peace and power in this life when surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses who only pretend to be clean by whitewashing their reputations while pointing fingers of judgment? So many Christians today see a system that seems to have failed them. They have found the promises from their childhood to be suspect, if not empty, and so they are leaving in droves, leaving leaders to scratch their heads.
Yeshua’s way was to protect nothing and let go of all grievance, as.
Remember, Caleb, words are weak instruments of love. They can do many things, but they do not carry the truth like your hands do. People need to be shown, not told.
She hurried to the front door, opened it, and stepped onto the porch. Dark cumulus clouds hovered low over the town, and a warm wind whipped through the trees, carrying stray leaves and dust through the street.
Then maybe you can tell me something else. How is it that Elyon can allow evil to exist in the black forest? Why doesn’t he just destroy the Shataiki?” “Because evil provides his creation with a choice,” the child said as though the concept was very simple indeed. “And because without it, there could be no love.
Love is giving, not taking.
Beckman Coulter Counter.
The only correction you ever really need is in your perception of who you already are as a child of your Father.
You can only learn who you really are by getting to the end of who you think you are;.
He knew that behind the skin of this world, there was another. And in that world the children were laughing.
I now embrace the pleasures of this life with as much or more passion as I did before, but I do so without expecting those pleasures to provide any more than a foretaste of what is to come – a tremendously liberating knowledge.
He caught himself. These were the Shataiki. Vermin. They were meant to be beaten, not coddled. But, as the histories had so eloquently recorded, to defeat your enemy you must know him. He would speak to the big beautiful one only. And he would pretend to be a friend. In this way he would outwit the creature by learning his weaknesses, then return one day and be rid of him. And he would do it holding the colored wood.