…from these three sentences: I should have a goal for them and it needs to be a big one; how about living a life worthy of God? A human life on earth, worthy of the Almighty Holy Loving Merciful Creator Judge of the universe! That big enough? And then, I shouldn’t just have the goal, I should actually encourage and urge them, even plead with them, to live that kind of life. But, I’m not allowed to keep my distance and disconnect my words from my own living. I have to be an example of that life so they can see what it looks like; so they know it’s possible; and so they know this must be important—Dad’s doing it, too. Blameless. Upright. Pure. Honest. “So Jesus became real to the kids thru dad, and walked and lived with them.”
Question for Christians:
Do you trust that God loves you? Everybody says, oh yes, I’ve known that for a long time. Then just watch the way they live. There’s so much fear, so much anxiety, and so much self-hatred. Faith is a code to accept that Jesus knows my whole life story, every skeleton in my closet, every moment of sin, shame, dishonesty, degradedness darkening my past. Right now he knows my shallow faith, my feeble prayer life, my inconsistent discipleship, and he comes beside me and he says, I dare you to trust. I dare you to trust that I love you, just as you are and not as you should be, because you’re never going to be as you should be. --Brennan Manning
This is how much...
...God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn't go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted; anyone who refuses to trust him has long since been under the death sentence without knowing it. And why? Because of that person's failure to believe in the one-of-a-kind Son of God when introduced to him.--John 3:16-18
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