Opinion

DEVOTIONAL

The Apostle Peter pens his second letter, by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, to a persecuted church who had been dispersed throughout all of the Roman Empire. Many false teachers had crept in, seeking to reduce the incarnation of Jesus Christ as being God, to just merely a spiritual being, or a common man in whom the Spirit of God came upon and then left at His death. Peter tells us, “These false teachers promise freedom while they themselves are slaves to corruption.” So Peter defends the deity of Jesus Christ, urging those who have been called to such a great salvation, who have escaped the corruption that is in the world because of sinful desires. “To make every effort to supplement their faith with goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, mutual affection; and to mutual affection, love.”

The Gift of True Words

The Gift of True Words

She finally decided to clean out his desk. He’s been gone for almost five years, and she has walked past it multiple times a day every day since then, picturing him sitting there doing his work on his computer. It amazed her, the way he could maneuver the internet. The way he would bring her news of their family and friends as he discovered it on social media. The way he would print off stories he knew she would like, or would call her into the room to have her listen to him read some bit of news or some sentimental tale that he knew would make her smile. When she thinks of him in his later years, she sees him there, at his computer. She remembers the secure feeling she had, knowing he was close by, knowing she was loved by a good man for more than half a century.

The Un-Cute Truth of a Lasting Faith

The Un-Cute Truth of a Lasting Faith

Chad and I went to the nursing home to sing to a couple of residents who are members of our church. We took Emerald with us. The sweet people who live there always seem to enjoy seeing her little pigtails come bouncing down the hall. Chad took his guitar, and we sang some old hymns and asked how they were doing and if they needed anything. Both of the ladies we were visiting told us that they couldn’t think of a thing that they need. Every time I go there I walk out with a fresh perspective.

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