(On the fruit of the Spirit)
It has been pointed out that all of those qualities really are manifestations of the first one, love — that, after all, joy is love enjoying itself; peace is love resting; patience is love waiting;kindness is love reacting; goodness is love choosing; faithfulness is love keeping its word; gentleness is love empathizing; and self-control is love resisting temptation. — Ray Stedman
In light of the 12th Anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, we remember the families and friends of those that lost their lives. We recognize the great sacrifice of the police and firefighters that day.
Yet, did you know that a 3rd tower fell? Chances are you’ve never heard of it.
Did you know that tower 1 and 2 had secondary explosions within and all throughout the building after the planes hit?
Did a plane really hit the pentagon? Google “Pentagon 911”, and try to convince yourself a plane went into that building.
Some things we do know: American freedom and security have been used to push numerous wars and legislation upon the American people. We don’t have the whole story, but we have less security and freedom then we did 12 years prior. The Patriot Act passed overnight, NSA, TSA, War against Terror, are still in effect, pushing legality even today.
The victims, the families, the world deserves the answers, the 9/11 commission was never good or thorough enough.
Praying for our country*
God bless the United States of America
If you flip tongue over and touch the front with your finger back and forth, the sensation is felt on the untouched opposing side.
I’m getting married in less than a month. CRAZY.
Then I saw that our clothes, cheaper.
Our posture, weaker.
Our pockets, rich.
Our cakes, richer.
Our technology, newer.
Our phone lines, skewered.
Our early is late,
Our late, is later.
Our options, battered
Our identity, shattered
Our addictions, deep.
Our secrets, deeper.
Our faces, sleeker.
Our backbones, weaker.
Our women, chests.
Our men, chestless.
Our marriages, roofless.
Our discipline, toothless.
Our love, careless.
Our commitment, coreless.
Our flexibility, jointless.
Our methods of contention, pointless.
Our patience, ends
Our complaints, endless.
Our laws, effectless.
Their position, loud,
Our criticism, heartless.
Our humility, what humility?
My end, disappointed.
Our life direction, pathless.
Our convictions, none.
Our threats, vineless
Our words, mindless.
Our passion, flaunt us.
Our memories, haunt us.
Our destiny, hopeless.
Our say in the matter, voteless.
Our curse, sin.
Our Savior, sinless.
Our now possessions, grand.
Our future reward, the grandest.
Our struggle, great and greater.
Our God is greater still, the greatest.
That fact is joy, that joy we lack.
We contribute loss and betray.
Perhaps all we needed, the Truth, the Life, the Way.
The name of Jesus, stands alone to redeem all things.
Youth is what the only the young have, but only the old know how to use well.
…then again he felt somewhat guilty about deceiving (the missionaries) by pretending to be a believer. Gradually, his attitude softened. After a while, as he murmured the words of the prayer, he felt the comfort he had not enjoyed since his early childhood when he recited a poem about Kim Il-sung and had something greater to believe in.
Only this time when he said “Uri Abogi” our father, he meant God, not Kim Il-sung, and when he spoke of the son, he meant Jesus, not Kim Jong-il. — Excerpt from “Nothing to Envy: Ordinary Lives in North Korea” by Barbara Demick
We always want Jesus to fight in our trenches, when we rarely want to fight in His.