#christianliving
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The Anointing in the Wilderness In the Word, we see a pattern that defies human logic. Before there is a throne, there is a field. Before there is a victory, there is a wilderness. We all know the story of David, but we often skip the part that hurts: the rejection. David was “marked off”… Read more
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Integrity and the Path of True Surrender To those seeking to walk the narrow path, we must be careful who we allow to draw the map. In a world of fear and confusion, it is easy to let the lines of our faith become blurred. We see guidance being offered that prioritizes human control over… Read more
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How El Roi Found Me in the Chaos There is a profound difference between hearing a story and surviving one. When I tell people that Jesus is real, that He saved me and He keeps me! I often see a look of polite confusion in their eyes. They see the person standing here today, but… Read more
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My Breath, His Words Pull up a chair. Let’s get real about the “God’Sip.” There’s a specific kind of look people give you when you’ve survived things that should have buried you. I know that look. I’ve seen it in the eyes of the “shaken in faith” and the “naysayers” who have read the Book… Read more
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Why Good People Turn Today we’re getting into something that most people don’t want to talk about because it feels uncomfortable. We’re talking about the “Spore Effect.” You know, we spend so much time focusing on how to grow good fruit in our lives, joy, peace, humility, and gratefulness. We treat these attributes like they… Read more
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When Prayer Becomes a Weapon I look around today and I see a profound, almost tragic disconnect in how people communicate with the Divine. I see people praying over their finances, their houses, their cars, and their bank accounts as if they are checking items off a grocery list. They treat the Word like a… Read more
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When “Home” is a Disappearing Act There is a specific kind of silence that comes with a heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve. It’s a suffocating, frozen silence that feels like the world has turned its back on you. At thirteen years old, I wasn’t waiting for the magic of the morning. I was a ghost… Read more
