https://youtu.be/q4dw5LaV-9E Oh my gosh! When Whitecross' debut album came out I was stoked! They sounded like Ratt because of Scott's vocals. I had the privilege of seeing them live when they opened for Steve Taylor in Dallas. They rocked the place I tell you. The anthem Because of Jesus just floored me live more so… Continue reading Sunday Music: Whitecross | You’re Mine
Why do people still believe Celebrate Recovery is just for addicts? Is it because they have seen the movie Home Run? Did they go to that bathroom or something during testimony night in the film, where the main character’s sister-in-law speaks of her sexual abuse as a child? Or could it be because everyone thinks… Continue reading Celebrate Recovery Is For Everyone
This is a testimony from a dear sister in Christ. Names are not mentioned in here, as to not hurt family members. I remember the first time I ever saw a playgirl/boy magazine. I was horrified. You see, I was molested when I was around 9 years old by this guy my Aunt was dating. I… Continue reading My Story About Porn Addiction
The journey into fatherhood is a unique experience. One that I was truly not prepared for yet one I treasure and do not take lightly. A journey that is also very scary but oh so rewarding. Today, I had the privilege of spending time with Erin, my little blue-eyed angel. Well, she is not so… Continue reading A Father’s Prayer For His Daughter
Lord, this world needs a Savior This whole notion of keeping up with the Jones' is quite literally tearing the family apart. What started off several generations ago as trying to be better off than my parents has nearly destroyed marriage completely. We have married couples that do not get to spend time together because… Continue reading Despair
This brought tears to my eyes. There ARE so many dads out there who are MISSING EVERYTHING.
It is time for change men! It is time for all of us to take on our role as men, husbands and daddy with a passion that can not be quenched by the stressors of life. Yeah, it’s hard but so worth every moment.
To the father of my children, a stranger in familiar skin,
I’m not mad at you. I’m sad for you.
You’re missing everything.
I looked at you as I dropped my heart into your apartment this past Friday, the first one you’d had the boys for in over a month, and once again was reminded of your reality. I saw the emptiness in your eyes. The same emptiness I always saw. The same emptiness I tried to fill with me. With my love. With your sons.
I heard the rasp in your voice that came from smoking too many cigarettes the night before. I knew you slept all day long because you were too sick to move. I understood you felt like death and I knew you weren’t going to be able to follow through with your obligation to our sons.
I smelled your hangover. And I remembered seeing you like this every…
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Everyone STOP what you are doing!!!
This could be one of the most important blogs you will read all year. If I could vote this as the best blog of the year I would. It is heart felt, written with passion and the truth.
We, as the church, have missed the mark on so much. With more and more people becoming homeless due to whatever reason we need to step up to the plate and do as Christ would. I love this statement from Catherine “I believe we are only going to be able to address the poverty of these souls, if we first try to ease some of the physical distress these people are in. Handing a cute cartoon booklet to a guy who is wearing the only clothes he owns is stupid and worthless, and frankly insulting to everyone involved.
Maybe it makes the church feel all warm and fuzzy thinking they’ve done their part to draw in the harvest, but the fall-out to Christianity’s reputation from that particular exercise feels bitter to me.
What does that man or woman think about a God whose followers handed them a pamphlet and not a little food? I just want to scream, “Hey, Members of the Elite Clubs of God. If you aren’t going to help the Christians who are working on the front lines of this war for souls, at least don’t make things worse!”
The blight of the homeless is real and it does NOT matter how they got there. What DOES matter is how we help them.
Last Friday, I stopped at a convenience store to pick something up on the way home from work. All along the side of the building were homeless people, their worldly possessions in bags strung about their feet, their pets looking as gloomy as they did. What made this incident stand out in my mind was the presence of a small baby. She was in a beat up stroller, and the mother was doing her best to comfort her cries. It was a horrible sight.
Living and working in the area of Tulsa that I do, homeless people are in abundance. For some of them, it is fairly easy to determine how they came about to be in this position. Mental illness and drug addiction are by far the culprits for most of them. A smaller number of them, though, have the look of shock that accompanies a down turn in…
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