It’s annoying when a Christian doesn’t have a sense of humor about their faith. Whenever someone says something funny or insinuates a slight against God, the Church, or Christians in general, they get their proverbial panties in a bunch. Suddenly they’re out on a tirade full of defense and handing out do-not-stop-do-not-pass-go-do-not-collect-$200 passes straight to hell. Maybe they’re that…
It’s weird when Christians don’t have a sense of humor, considering everything we believe is utterly absurd.
You can maintain your faith without attacking or demonizing those who disagree with you. God is centered in love and we should be too.
Jealousy is written and talked about quite a bit these days, especially within the narrative of Christianity. We hear in Sunday sermons how bad it is for our heart and soul and spirit. We read in articles and on social media how it affects us and drags us down to disreputable places that are hard to recover or come back from. And these sermons and articles and tweets and posts are correct:…
Any self-proclaimed Christian who refuses to serve someone because they’re a homosexual isn’t much of a Christian at all.
I love lazy, rainy Sunday mornings spent in bed: the sound of rain tapping against the window, the smell of cottony sheets as I pull them up to my nose, the last bits of Saturday night’s slumber still clinging to my bones and my sleepy eyes and beckoning me to stay in bed for just a bit longer.
I can’t wait to add the warmth of your skin, the taste of your lips, and the sound of you whispering “I love you” and “let’s just stay in bed all day” between slow, lazy kisses to that mix.
It’ll be perfect. Let’s do that every Sunday, regardless of the weather.
Your future wife
How is it possible to love someone so much?
How is it possible that I would give everything I have in a heartbeat and take a leap of complete faith, walk a road I didn’t even knew existed and venture boldly into the unknown with you?
How is it possible that I would give you all of me, every inch of my heart and soul, all my desires and feelings, all the love I possess?
How is it possible that I would surrender completely and let you do with my body as you will, letting you fill me with your essence and passion, bending to your desire and pleasure, no space between us, as we become one flesh?
How is it possible that I would escape to the edge of nowhere with you and focus on nothing but the way your smile fills me with a warmth so real and comforting that I have no choice but to keep you forever?
How is it possible that my life will become one with yours, our paths forever intertwined and bound?
How is it possible that I will carry the manifestation of our love inside me, and bring forth the representation of unbridled passion and commitment, a child that is a piece of each of us made one?
How is it possible that as I sit here, tears run down my cheeks and my heart is bursting with compassion so great that I can barely stand it?
How is it possible that I awake in the middle of the night, my skin soaked in sweat and burning trails left where your hands have been, breathing ragged and wild, my chest feeling empty and my eyes burning with disappointment?
How is it possible that I walk along the beach, hugging myself as I see your steps beside me, and feel your steady presence at my side while loneliness washes over me?
How is it possible that I ache for you, long for you, want to hear your voice and see your eyes fill as they look into mine?
How is it possible that I love you more than I love myself and want to spend an eternity with you, but we have never met?
For the impatient… This author puts it well.
“Everyone longs to give themselves completely to someone – to have a deep soul relationship with another; to be loved thoroughly
and exclusively; but God, to a Christian, says:
“No, not until you’re satisfied, fulfilled and content with being loved by Me alone; with giving yourself totally and unreservedly to me; to having an intensely personal relationship with me alone; discovering that only in Me is your satisfaction to be planned for you.
You will never be united with another until you are united with Me – exclusive of anyone or anything else, exclusive of any other desires or longings. I want you to stop planning, stop wishing, and allow Me to give you the most thrilling plan existing, one that you cannot imagine. I want you to have the best. Please allow me to bring it to you.
You just keep watching Me, expecting the greatest things.
Keep experiencing the satisfaction that I Am.
Keep listening and learning the things I tell you.
You just wait. That’s all.
Don’t be anxious; don’t worry. Don’t look around at the things that others have gotten or that I’ve given them. Don’t look at the things you think you want. You just keep looking off and away up to Me, or you’ll miss what I want to show you. And then, when you’re ready,
I’ll surprise you with a love far more
wonderful than any you would ever dream of.
You see, until you are ready, and until the one I have for you is ready (for I am working even at this moment to have both of you ready at the same time), until you are both satisfied and exclusively with Me and the life I prepared for you, you won’t be able to experience the love that exemplifies your relationship with Me,
and thus the perfect love.
And, dear one, I want you to see, in the flesh, a picture of your everlasting union of beauty, perfection and love that I offer you with Myself. Know that I love you utterly.
I AM. Believe it and be satisfied.”
- Author Unknown -
I love you because you won’t let me quit. No matter how hard things become, you’re there by my side, pushing me further along. I couldn’t do this without you.
Are you more than what time and circumstance have allowed? “You’re Covered in Tattoos” | NEW POST
Imagine for a moment that your skin is covered in tattoos.
Every little bit of you is covered in ink, from face to foot. But these permanent markings aren’t there by choice; rather, they appear at random to symbolize the many trials and triumphs, failures…
Just a little reminder that though today is Valentine’s Day, Jesus isn’t your boyfriend.
Gender, race, nor sexual orientation can keep God from using someone.
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