"The most powerful life is the most simple life..." - "Walk with the Savior" by Max Lucado. It doesn't take much for life to get complicated. Simplification = Replication. The simpler your life, the easier it is for you to pass it on. "Mac truck philosophy" Being a good steward of my job means looking for ways to simplify processes so I have less to pass on to the next person who takes my place if I get hit by a Mac truck. How can that be true of our lives and ministries as well? Live. Live life simply so
"Everything that is hidden will be shown, and everything that is secret will be made known. What you have said in the dark will be heard in the light, and what you have whispered in an inner room will be shouted from the housetops." - Luke 12:2-3 A pastor once told us as youth that if we did not allow God to remove sin from our lives quietly, He would utilize other means because He loved us too much to let us be bound by our sins. I remember struggling in an area, confessing it to a leader, and having
"‘Father, may your name always be kept holy. May your kingdom come. Give us the food we need for each day. Forgive us for our sins, because we forgive everyone who has done wrong to us. And do not cause us to be tempted.’” - Luke 11:2-4
"I don’t trust my bow to help me, and my sword can’t save me. You saved us from our foes, and you made our enemies ashamed. We will praise God every day; we will praise your name forever." - Psalm 44:6-8 You have foes. You have enemies. What will you do?
On the way home from church tonight:Me: Max, I love you. Max: I love you to the moon, Daddy! Me: I love you to the stars, Max! Max: I love YOU to the stars, Daddy! It was a little difficult to see the road there for a bit. Mommy must've taught him that. He's amazing! Tonight, about four feet from the tv, Max is sitting on the carpet eating a couple Oreos and watching Rescue Bots on Netflix. I'm sitting on the couch behind him a few feet dipping my own Oreos in a cup of coffee, watching with him.
Jesus said, "There was a rich man who always dressed in the finest clothes and lived in luxury every day. And a very poor man named Lazarus, whose body was covered with sores, was laid at the rich man's gate. He wanted to eat only the small pieces of food that fell from the rich man's table. And the dogs would come and lick his sores. Later, Lazarus died, and the angels carried him to the arms of Abraham. The rich man died, too, and was buried. In the place of the dead, he was in much pain. The rich