Truth is, if I believed I lived up to everything it means to be a Christian, I would have failed to. Being aware of how far you have to go is part of following Jesus.
It’s functional. It is a working ethic. It informs my response to great questions.
I need a specific! A God who is there and is not silent. Most of all, I need a God who I can relate to and can relate to me. That’s the only way for me to ever have faith. And I think I found Him.
Anyone who seeks truth in any matter must endeavor to drop their luggage at the front door of the temple, otherwise the journey will be in vain.
….believing in God isn’t hard. Our actual cosmological knowledge is so limited and the mysteries so huge and profound and the ordering of the universe so cleverly arranged that it would be more of a leap for me to believe that nothing or no one is out there above it all. But faith, faith is hard.
Break your bonds, people of God. Return to your churches and light the fires of love. Bring your peacemaking war against the sleepy darkness of Sundays forgotten celebration.
Our level of character and fulfillment is directly related to the quality of the things we commit ourselves to.