A reader wanted to know what we think of Joyce Meyer and her teachings. We do not want to bad-mouth Joyce Meyer, as we agree with her statement of faith and are appreciative of the fact that she’s open about her ministry’s finances. However, we do have a few problems with some of her basic tenets.
Mark has a tendency to write poems when he’s on the city bus, his way to work. I’m not sure that this one was born in that fashion, but I’d bet it was. Do you have a time like that each day that you can devote to the Lord? Thanks Mark, for the encouraging poem.
Sorry I haven’t posted for some time. Life (and sometimes death) just gets in the way sometimes. I’m starting to catch up on things and will get back to posting new content soon.
Sometimes, with Tim gone, I just feel so inadequate to run the site. I can’t answer questions the way he could. I can’t give the insight that he gave. But I can continue to post new material (and many older items that Tim wrote that are yet unpublished) and will do so soon!
In His service,
Recently we received an email from a reader who stated that he was “living in fear every day.” We say that this is no way to live. And we also say that the Bible teaches us that we do not need to be afraid. We should not live under condemnation but in the freedom of Jesus Christ. He has broken our chains of bondage. He has released us from the weight of past sin. Trust His promises.
I’ve prayed and tried to repent over the past two years. I’m somewhat improved, but I can’t point to a time I was regenerated, born again or saved. I want to be more Christ-like but I just don’t seem to have the will or strength to do it, and I don’t seem to be able to get strength from God either. For instance, I know I should fellowship with believers but I don’t.
Can you relate?
Are religious rituals really that important? Are they good? Bad? Outdated?
Debate, debate, debate. It’s all I ever hear. But that’s not what we’re called to do as Christians. We’re called to love. We’re called to serve. We are to be servants. Debates and theological systems mean nothing without love. First and foremost, we love. And unless we do that, hearts will not be won. Remember the calling.
When we come to a saving faith in Jesus Christ, we come to know the unreachable depths of His intense love for us.
That moment I believed and received Him, His indescribable peace and joy flooded me, and agape love entered into my being.
Many of us who knew Tim knew he was quite the poet. But for others, well, maybe they didn’t know. Tim loved the Christmas season. He loved the lights, the music, the decorations, the fellowship . . . but most of all, he loved Jesus, the One whose birth and life we celebrate.
I went out to dinner with Tim on a Tuesday night a few weeks ago. As we ate, I watched him. He looked weak. His hand shook as he brought his fork to his lips. His body shuddered as he walked through the cold to his car. He said, as we ate, “I’m not going to put up my Christmas lights this year.”
“What are you talking about? Of course you are. Why wouldn’t you?”
“If I go downhill as fast in the coming month as I have the previous month, I won’t be able to take them down.”
I reminded Tim of the story he once told me about his dad–how he worked in the fields until the end. And about how he (Tim) wanted to do the same. Live until the end. “You’re going to put up your lights,” I told him. “I’ll be there tomorrow after work.”
After work, I headed to Tim’s and we got busy. The kids ran around, watching in awe as Tim climbed up on his roof and wrangled a large star of lights (that he had made) into place. I offered to do it for him, but he wanted to do it himself. After we finished, he thanked me. He said how much better he felt when he stayed busy, but that he was so fatigued that it was just hard to get motivated. We stood around for a bit and surveyed the lights. We didn’t say much. I loaded up the kids and drove away as he headed in to prepare to minister to his Wednesday night group who would be there in a couple hours.
That was the last time I ever talked to Tim.
I’m glad that he lived until the end. I’m glad he got to enjoy his Christmas lights. But most of all, I’m glad for the gift that God gave me in Tim. He was the greatest man I have ever had the privilege of knowing.
Enjoy Tim’s Christmas poems.
Sin, in all its forms, is enticing. And once we give in to temptation, saying no only becomes more difficult. Having an addictive personality myself, I know how hard it can be to say no when we’re used to saying yes. But it is possible. And it has to do with who or what we love the most.
Do you love Jesus more than anything or anyone? Really?