For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost. (Luke 19:10)
Jesus didn’t come to please the religious crowd. Jesus didn’t come to pander to the social crowd. Instead, Jesus entered the world to save sinners. When we look back over the Gospel of Luke, we see Jesus reach out to men and women, young and old, powerful and forgotten, demon possessed, and the politically connected. He came to save sinners of all shapes, sizes, and stripes. He came to save you and me.
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How do you turn things over to God? Start by making the choice and declaring your resolve. Simply say, “Father, I choose to let You be God of this situation. I take my hands off. I trust You.” Then, choose to worship Him. Worship is one of the best ways to set your heart and mind in the right place. You can’t worry and worship at the same time! Worship is a sign that you are trusting God; worry is a sign that you are trying to control things.
” A True War story is never moral. It does not instruct, nor encourage virtue, nor suggest models of proper human behavior, nor restrain men from doing the things men have always done.” pg65
As I read The Things They Carried, by Tim O’Brien, the stories in the book that stood out to me were the…
"Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can’t remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story. "
I love this one a lot…something I’ve recently gotten back into is soccer. I played my whole life but stopped for a few years due to surgery. Now I’m back playing and I am in love all over again.
Back in June I ended up with a bruised shin bone after a nasty game. To this day it’s still swollen and it hurts…doctors say they don’t think anything is fractured, but it will take months to heal especially since I’m active. Thankfully, I was cleared a few days after it happened to get back out playing again.
After discussing my complete amazement at how long I have had this for, my coworker said “Maybe soccer isn’t for you…”
Why? I wear all of my bruises with pride. All the time. It means I’m working hard.
I make my own rules.