It’s hard to believe that it’s been twenty years–twenty years since I trusted Christ for salvation. I still remember the events/circumstances that led up to that decision with great clarity. The sense I got that God was drawing me to Himself was virtually palpable–not a physical feeling necessarily, but a very real and very strong sense that I needed to be reconciled with Him. Looking back over these years as I have grown theologically, I have a better understanding as to how that whole “process” works; yet, much of God’s work of redemption remains mysterious and I wouldn’t change that a bit.
At the risk of sounding cliché, I will say that I really can’t imagine what life would be like if God had not saved me. While I wasn’t the most reckless of sinners, I often think of how things might have turned out had God not intervened and it’s not always a pleasant thought. Thankfully we don’t live in the hypothetical and I am grateful beyond words for God’s infinite love, grace, and mercy. I hope to have many more years of experiencing His goodness!
I am also glad to say that it was one year and one day ago that our daughter also professed faith in Christ, so I rejoice for her as well!
God has been so good, especially in the hard times and I can’t imagine life any other way! Thank you, Lord, for your goodness to us!
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Wow–I haven’t posted anything in quite a while (now that inexplicable void in your life is explained!). What have I been up to?
That’s about it. Maybe I’ll post something more substantial another day. Until then…
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Dan has done some of the work for those who would like to air a few grievances Frank Costanza style about many who like to combat those who perpetuate the so-called “War on Christmas.” You can read the whole thing here, but here are the gripes:
- X-Mas. It drives me crazy when Christians make a big deal about X-Mas (you heard me). X=Greek for Christ. WE STARTED THIS, we wrote x-mas when we understood what it meant. Pagan’s don’t want to take Christ out of Christmas, they are oblivious, they don’t care. We did it, forgot we did it and then got ticked off.
- Happy Holidays. Holiday means “Holy Days”. It’s not much different that Christmas, it means days that God set apart as Holy. STOP CRYING! It’s obnoxious.
- Hallmark, or should I say the boycott there of. Listen, Hallmark isn’t required to sell religion Christmas cards, they are not a Christian store. They don’t want to have to compete with the Christian Book Stores, STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT IT. Hallmark can sell whatever they want, if you don’t like it, shop someplace else, but stop whining!
- Selective Pagan campaign. If I hear one more person go off about how “female angels are pagan” I might lose my Christmas cheer. THE WHOLE TREE IS PAGAN. The lights, the gifts, the date, it’s all pagan. You don’t like it, celebrate Christmas in the spring with no tree, no gifts and no equinox. Leave the barbie doll angels alone.
Agree? Disagree? What part of the “war on Christmas” do you tire of? Does this so-called war have any justification?
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I am a Spurs fan, but I was more than happy to see the Mavericks extinguish the Heat last night. The Heat are the Lakers of the east coast, which is to say I am always cheer for them to lose. A team built around an ego maniac and a few other talented players just couldn’t muster the wherewithal to win, even on their home court–just the way I like it. In fact, if the Lakers and Heat just faded into oblivion I wouldn’t miss either.
And be sure to check out this list of why LeBron is the object of so many people’s disdain–I agree wholly.
And if you need any more reason to think he is anything other than some self-aggrandizing, overpaid, and over-hyped goon, here’s a post-game tweet from the so-called “king”: “The Greater Man upstairs know when it’s my time. Right now isn’t the time.”
A few short comments: I hate any reference to God as the “Big Man upstairs” or any such nonsense. Notice that God is the greater man, because, you know, LeBron is a great man. And notice that God knows when it’s LeBron’s time. Not the Heat, not any other team to which he will skip off to to better his chances–his time. It’s all about him. LeBron, he, himself. That’s what it’s about, right LJ?
Way to go, Mavs!
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