I’m interested in just mulling over some ideas and questions dealing with the third member of the Trinity, The Holy Spirit. Any discussion on this topic would be appreciated, because I have to be honest, the Holy Spirit has always been awe inspiring yet somewhat of an amorphous concept to me. In retrospect,…… Continue reading Becoming Acquainted with the Spirit
I thought I would share some brief ramblings of mine concerning Pascal’s Wager. I will briefly explain the gist of this philosophy. Pascal’s logic is as follows: Matters of salvation are looked at as a type of wager. The stakes are high because we are gambling with eternity and our very souls. In…… Continue reading Pascal’s Wager: Stakes are High
Originally posted on Uplifting Bible Verses:
You’re inconsolable & in anguish. Your tears have burned your eyes. You clutch on your chest because your heart is pain, it feels heavy and your soul is crushed.? I’ve broken down the same way too. With tears running down my face, I’ve imagine God staring at me, in…
Originally posted on The Truth of the Matter:
There is a problem in our Western culture that doesn’t appear to be getting better. The practice of open and honest dialogue is slowly disappearing. Too often we selfishly preserve our beliefs by shutting down the dialogue that we wish to avoid. We react before thinking. We…
Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. John 13:14-15, NIV When I was young, my walls were literally covered from floor to ceiling with pictures and posters of…… Continue reading The Heart of a Servant
There is stunning natural beauty in Maine. Places like Acadia National Park and Bar Harbor are exquisite treasures. Breathtaking granite peaks, beaches, forests, and unique wildlife are true blessings. Daily Post Photo Challenge: Wanderlust PHOTO COLLECTION ATTRIBUTION: “Fall in Maine,” BY K MARIE © Copyright 2017 Lines of Lazarus
Over the years I let my heart fall into disrepair, like an abandoned, dilapidated house. The type that people throw stones at, to break windows for sport. It was a place condemned, where my soul felt sorrow to reside. I dreamed of going back so I could fix, everything. I would have cleared out weeds…… Continue reading Everything
