Journey of Faith

As many of you know, I started a new job a few months ago. I work in social services, working with people to find them needed assistance with problems they are having. And let me just tell you: my job is HARD. Yesterday, I spoke with 75 different people. That's 75 hurting, broken, and needy people. Quite frankly, it drains the life out of me sometimes. I got to the point where I was dreading going into work every day. I'm sure that many of you have been/are currently right there with me. It's tough down in the trenches. But let me tell you something so awesome. Every single morning, during my time with Jesus, I have prayed that I might find joy in my job. And every single morning, he has answered my prayer. Every. Single. Morning. Now, don't get me wrong; my job is still hard. And I still struggle going into work. But when I am there, I have contentment. I have joy that I can't understand or explain other than I asked God for it and he gave it to me. And it isn...

There it is. ANOTHER tragic news story. Someone was shot, someone was killed. Names, videos, and pictures flood our screens. We are all shocked and appalled at what our world is becoming. And then it begins. The posts. The opinions. The hateful words flying. Somehow, the horrific death of a human has become a platform for peoples' personal agendas. Instead of joining together as mankind to mourn the loss of a life, we demonize whatever side we don't agree with and yell at each other through the internet. When did we as Christians decide that this manner of conducting ourselves was glorifying to God? I mean, truly. What part about slander, snide comments, and judgements bring praise to the name of Jesus. We have gotten so caught up in the politics of life that we have forgotten when is important. A life has been lost. We don't know whether that soul is with Jesus or forever separated from Him in hell. Friend, if that last statement doesn't just break your heart, I ...