Wednesday, March 21, 2012

You're either all in or you're all Out.

You can't sit on the fence.



All in, or all out

Which side do you stand on?

Sunday, March 18, 2012

You are a model

Model image

{Via}


A model wears clothing to attract attention to the designers creativity. The model displays the designers work, but the designers reputation is on the line, not the model's. In the same way, as Christians we model God's love, whether or not we realize it. People watch us, and what they see affects God's reputation for loving His creation. If we claim to follow Christ then wear the world's twisted style of love, we drag the name and character of our Lord in the dirt. For this reason, we must ask ourselves, "Am I modeling the love of Christ? Do my motivations and actions in this relationship reflect the perfect love God has shown me?" How would you answer those questions right now?

~Joshua Harris

Friday, March 16, 2012

I won't be able to post tomorrow, but I figured an early St. Patrick's Day greeting would be just as welcome. So....

Happy St. Patrick's Day!


I hope you all are blessed on this day, and don't forget to wear green!


The Prayer of St. Patrick

I arise today
Through the strength of heaven;
Light of the sun,
Splendor of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of the wind,
Depth of the sea,
Stability of the earth,
Firmness of the rock.

I arise today
Through God's strength to pilot me;
God's might to uphold me,
God's wisdom to guide me,
God's eye to look before me,
God's ear to hear me,
God's word to speak for me,
God's hand to guard me,
God's way to lie before me,
God's shield to protect me,
God's hosts to save me
Afar and anear,
Alone or in a mulitude.

Christ shield me today
Against wounding
Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down,
Christ in the heart of everyone who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in the eye that sees me,
Christ in the ear that hears me.

I arise today
Through the mighty strength
Of the Lord of creation

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Wonderful Grace of Jesus

Wonderful grace of Jesus, greater than all my sin;
How shall my tongue describe it, Where shall its praises begin?
Taking away my burden, Setting my spirit free,
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.

Wonderful the matchless grace of Jesus,
Deeper than the mighty rolling sea;
Higher than the mountains, sparkling like a fountain,
Broader than the scope of my transgressions,
O magnify the precious name of Jesus,
Praise His name!

Wonderful grace of Jesus, Reaching to all the lost,
By it I have been pardoned, Saved to the uttermost;
Chains have been torn asunder, Giving me liberty,
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me,

Wonderful grace of Jesus, Reaching the most defiled.
By its transforming power making him God's dear child,
And the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

From the Diary of a missionary in Uganda...

October 6, 2007

The classroom where I teach is between the animal feeding grounds and the pit latrines, so my classroom is constantly filled with the smell of waste, animal and human.
The weather is stifling here. The moment I step out of my icy shower, I begin to sweat.

I sleep under a mosquito net to avoid getting bitten by mosquitoes infected with malaria and other diseases, but I still can't avoid ants and crickets in my bed.
In mybathroom lives a rat the size of a house cat and there are a few bats in the shower. This morning I almost grilled a lizard in my toaster.

Fred, my piki man, is almost always late, sometimes runs into cows, runs out of gas, or forgets to warn me of impending potholes. When it rains, the awful roads turn into muddy swamps, making it nearly impossible to go anywhere.
For lunch and dinner we eat Posho, which is corn flour boiled in water until it is thick and pasty. It tastes a little worse than Elmer's glue.

Sometimes, the children are so dirty they actually reek; it is impossible to touch them without becoming filthy. With the wind blowing red dust everywhere, it is impossible not to be filthy anyway.

A rooster crows around five to wake me up each morning--That is, if I haven't already been up all night with a sick baby or getting sick myself.

And to you, these sound like complaints. They are not; this is me. rejoicing in the Lord, because you see...

I love my tiny classroom. I love the hot sun on my face. I love my bed, cozy under my net after a long day. I love my home sweet home, all its creatures included. I love Fred, my Piki man. I love my long walks home day or night, rain or shine. I love the beating, cleansing Ugandan rain. I love my Ugandan meals, prepared with such love and generosity. I love to be hugged and touched and jumped on and cuddled by these precious children. I love the cool, dusty breeze in my hair. I love every African sunrise, the cool and calm of a new morning. I love each and every day, each and every moment that I spend in this beautiful country; I rejoice in each breath I take.



~Katie Davis via Kisses from Katie

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~Sofia

Thursday, March 8, 2012

~Christian Favorites~




-Piper-

Dwell by Casey Corum
Ode to Joy by Beethoven
Amazing Grace by II Divo
Before the Throne of God above by Selah

-Sofia-

I Can Only Imagine by Mercy Me
Be Thou My Vision by Selah
Reign in Me by Worship Together
You Never Let Go by Matt Redman
Only You by David Crowder Band



Praise Him



* Picture by Piper

Monday, March 5, 2012


Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling,
Calling for you and for me;
See, on the portals He's waiting and watching,
Watching for you and me.

Come home, come home,
Ye who are weary, come home;
Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,
Calling, O sinner, come home!

Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading,
Pleading for you and for me?
Why should we linger and heed not his mercies,
Mercies for you and for me?

Time is now fleeting, the moments are passing,
Passing from you and from me;
Shadows are gathering, deathbeds are coming,
Coming for you and for me.

O for the wonderful love He has promised,
Promised for you and for me!
Though we have sinned, He has mercy and pardon,
Pardon for you and for me.


~Will L. Thompson (1880)