So Ashamed Of Religious Righteousness

I had read an article earlier about someone who divides his relationships between “the rest of the world” and his brothers and sisters in Christ. Frankly, it made me shake my head as the bad taste in my mouth arose. Another Christian, dividing. Before someone comes to my post and dissects its content with Scripture, as I assume many will be thinking about how believers … Continue reading So Ashamed Of Religious Righteousness

Staring Into Existence

What are these things that we call, “space and time”? We never truly understand it, no matter what theory comes along. No matter how proud we become of the hypothesis. What is this space that we live in? We divide it up, the infinite, into little compartments. Walls. Fences. Divisions. We claim and fill our spaces, within, outside, with the collections, trying hard to satisfy … Continue reading Staring Into Existence

Why Is Jesus Called “Son Of Man”?

From John Piper- He was a son of man, that is, a human being. And he is the Son of God, in that he has always existed as the Eternally Begotten One who comes forth from the Father forever. He always has, and he always will. He is the Second Person of the Trinity with all of the divine nature fully in him. He is … Continue reading Why Is Jesus Called “Son Of Man”?

Foolish Faith

Several days ago, after being trampled under foot by a horrendous event, I was on the verge of losing my composure. I will admit, I was freely letting my feelings and distresses be known about some of the personal troubles I have been dealing with in many places where they should have been contained. Reluctantly, I later unloaded and expressed them in front of my … Continue reading Foolish Faith

In The End, Most Of This Doesn’t Matter

I watched my grandfather, who lived to be 93 years of age, lie in bed after his wife had passed. He was dealing with a lot of sorrow after she had moved on to her eternal life. He would just stay in bed most of the time. I had a few limited interactions with him within those few months between my grandmother’s and his passing. … Continue reading In The End, Most Of This Doesn’t Matter