Ok I just saw something on Twitter that made me very sad. Today is National Coming Out Day No it is not for debutantes. Wow a day set aside for people to feel free to admit to being homosexual, gay, lesbian, or whatever one is supposed to call it. Really? Do we need such a thing? Do we as a nation really need such a day? Do we have a National Adulterers day? Do we have National Gossipers day? Do we set aside a day for slanderers, idolaters, or murderers? Oh how about National Child Molesters Day?
DO NOT misunderstand me I am NOT promoting hate, again I am NOT PROMOTING HATE! I love, choose to love all people. I am not in a position to judge anyone. I am a sinner, I am not better than anyone; I am the lowest of the low. But I tremble in fear for a Nation who sets aside such a day in a time when we are on the brink of disaster at every turn and need the ear of God to heal or nation and our world. I shudder to think what our Founding Fathers would say about about how twisted powerless their words and ideals have become.
The Bible is clear on what happens to a nation that refuses to turn from her sin; will we ever begin to listen?
Another thought; what if your local church were to start a National or Annual Coming To Christ Day? What would that look like in your towns and neighborhoods? How would it be reported in the media? Food for thought, munch munch.
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Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
I am a whore
I don't know how the pastor of your church introduces his sermon on Sunday but this song was how ours introduced his sermon this week.
I was introduced to this song by my daughter so I was familiar with it; a good half of the congregation were not; I could tell by the looks on their faces. Some of them had looks revulsion or anger at the crude words. But overall the reaction was one of pure repentance as one by one we saw ourselves as we truly are.
I cried all the way through the song as note by note conviction tore me apart until I was, once again, seeing myself in perspective. I forget so easily what Jesus' death
rescues me from every day that I let Him. So often I find myself talking about some one like I am better than they are or some such foolishness. But I am not, I am a whore and I need God's mercy and forgiveness; I need Jesus blood every second of every day.
I was introduced to this song by my daughter so I was familiar with it; a good half of the congregation were not; I could tell by the looks on their faces. Some of them had looks revulsion or anger at the crude words. But overall the reaction was one of pure repentance as one by one we saw ourselves as we truly are.
I cried all the way through the song as note by note conviction tore me apart until I was, once again, seeing myself in perspective. I forget so easily what Jesus' death
rescues me from every day that I let Him. So often I find myself talking about some one like I am better than they are or some such foolishness. But I am not, I am a whore and I need God's mercy and forgiveness; I need Jesus blood every second of every day.
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