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Forgive me. Forgive them. We are falling apart.
But one thing brings us together; one thing lifts us up; one thing strengthens us: hope.
And that hope comes from You.
American believers are limited in their religion to Sunday morning worship and huddling together for Bible study. They retreat into the four walls of the church and enjoy materialistic pleasures while their society regresses into ancient paganism.
Work was never meant to be the source of a person’s identity, but rather, flowing from it. It was a manifestation of—a cooperation with—a result of—inner peace and joy, not the cause of it.
In these last days, it is especially important that we stay alert. 1 Peter 4:7 says, “The end of all things is at hand; therefore, be self-controlled and sober-minded for the sake of your prayers.” We need to have a sound mind so that we can discern God’s voice, do His will, and stay out of the traps of the enemy.
Jesus is our Rock, our living stone, our Cornerstone. There is no other way to build a life that produces fruit except upon Him.
But Jesus is just the first living stone. We are the rest of them.
Day by day, I feel more exposed before my Creator, as He reveals layers of sins and strongholds I must surrender to Him. Without His loving guidance, I would be full of shame, guilt, and condemnation. With Him, I realize this is the process of refinement. It’s His promise, His process in action, to present us holy, as He is holy.
It’s ironic that the church, the holy space where saints gather to worship a glorious Lord, has always simultaneously been the place where the dark symptoms of sin stand in the glaring spotlight to me. But that’s the funny thing about faith—as much as I am tempted to lose hope because of sin, God’s grip on my soul will never let me go.
When you feel small and insignificant, look to the One who eternally holds you in His hands, who numbers even the stars and knows them by name. He knows even the number of hairs on your head, and you are precious to Him.
When our souls are still, the words we speak, the things we do, and the way in which we serve others will be prudent, kind, and full of His beauty.