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Reflection On Justice
As we’ve been reflecting on justice the last few weeks, here are some of the more profound quotes we’ve come across. Take them in and let them go to work. Shalom.
Surrender: The Way to True Provision
There I lay, face down on the couch telling God that I quit, I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t figure it out, telling Him “I give up.” Literally, in that moment, the moment after I told Him “I give up,” I heard the still, small whisper of a voice lovingly say, “Good, now get up.” So I did. What I didn’t know is that God had already figured it out and answered the prayer I couldn’t. He had kept His promise to me, I just hadn’t seen it with my eyes yet.
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Reflection On Justice
As we’ve been reflecting on justice the last few weeks, here are some of the more profound quotes we’ve come across. Take them in and let them go to work. Shalom.
Surrender: The Way to True Provision
There I lay, face down on the couch telling God that I quit, I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t figure it out, telling Him “I give up.” Literally, in that moment, the moment after I told Him “I give up,” I heard the still, small whisper of a voice lovingly say, “Good, now get up.” So I did. What I didn’t know is that God had already figured it out and answered the prayer I couldn’t. He had kept His promise to me, I just hadn’t seen it with my eyes yet.
My Freedom Day
If you’re a Christ follower, you likely remember the day that you made the decision to follow and give your life to God. That memory for me is a magical one. A skinny little ten-year-old girl held her best friends’ hand, walked down the center aisle at a tent revival in a small country town on a hot summer night, and asked Jesus into her heart. Magical, right? Insert record scratch here. Although I am grateful for the sweet moment when I gave my life to Him, my true freedom (in Christ) day was more than thirty years later.
Spirit-fermented, Kingdom-culture
“I will not dishonor
my soul with hatred,
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
as a messenger of wonder,
as an architect of peace.
I will honor all life
—wherever and in whatever form
it may dwell—on Earth my home,
and in the mansions of the stars.”
~Diane Ackerman
Praying
It was late summer of 2017, the sun was just starting to sink, although still well above the horizon. Golden hour. A warm breeze filtered through the car as I drove home from a long day of work. The radio host of the local top 40 radio station announced a new hit single from Kesha. My temptation was to change the station, assuming a newer variation of Your Love Is My Drug was about to play through my speakers. But I didn’t, and instead a slow, somber, piano began to play. The first lyrics of the song told a story that felt oddly familiar to me.