I want you to understand where that light comes from and what we are supposed to do with it and where it should go. Light comes from God…
I couldn’t help but chuckle yesterday when I learned that the national spelling bee was decided on a word the country at large can’t pronounce, can’t define, and can’t use in a sentence let alone practice.
one hand on the wheel, roof open, hanging my head out of the window, and feeling the breeze.
so many people are nowhere near satisfied, and nowhere close to being fulfilled – yet they are not even vaguely aware of the potential we all have to know God, to increase our capacity, and to live joyfully in response to what is possible!
be encouraged. God’s Spirit is alive and active and vital, and life-giving here in the Presbyterian Church.
Just like Jesus looked at the disciples and said, “You feed them!” in yesterday’s post, today Jesus is looking at his followers today, and saying, “You take care of them.
I don’t care if you’re young or old, rich or poor, black or white or brown or in between, I don’t care if you live in a big house or on the street… at some point Jesus is going to say, ‘You feed them; you take care of one another; you love your neighbor.
The love spills over. That’s really what made me tear up so often over the weekend. Not so much the pain as the love. Love that is rich, and authentic, and love that points to such overwhelming truth. It wouldn’t hurt so much if it wasn’t so real.
“Don’t hold back!” my grandchildren are saying. “Don’t hold back!” I was saying to the Tuckahoe Presbyterians. “Don’t hold back! Jesus is reminding me, “live like you mean it.”