what's the point of trying to create in the youths a sense of belonging to a church when they don't even have a sense of belonging to the Father?
when they don't even identify as sons and daughters of God?
are we aiming to create members of a social club who excel at organizing and participating in events, or sons and daughters who would love the Lord with their lives even unto death?
not saying it's wrong, but one comes first before the other.
and i think it's obvious which one.
Sunday, 24 June 2018
Wednesday, 13 June 2018
ramble
to be honest, i love comfort. who doesn't? don't bullshit me by saying that the hustle and the work makes things more worthwhile.
if you could have the same joys without the pain, why would you choose to throw pain in the mix?
to take things for granted is a privilege.
laying down our comfort has been made to sound such a noble and easy thing to do, but until we come to the point of actually giving it up do we realize how heavy a price to pay it actually is.
if it was easy, it's probably not that noble.
i love comfort, because i'm selfish. so crucify me. aren't we all selfish?
growth? i wish growth was overrated.
i wish.
if you could have the same joys without the pain, why would you choose to throw pain in the mix?
to take things for granted is a privilege.
laying down our comfort has been made to sound such a noble and easy thing to do, but until we come to the point of actually giving it up do we realize how heavy a price to pay it actually is.
if it was easy, it's probably not that noble.
i love comfort, because i'm selfish. so crucify me. aren't we all selfish?
growth? i wish growth was overrated.
i wish.
Saturday, 9 June 2018
Wednesday, 23 May 2018
follow
i'm learning to dance in the rain.
to be okay with getting soggy and messy from the wet and the mud.
learning to enjoy childish things.
to jump into murky puddles instead of avoiding them like the plague.
all whilst holding the steady hand of my Father.
i'm learning to dance in the rain.
i'm learning to dance with the rain.
it's the best way to live.
to be okay with getting soggy and messy from the wet and the mud.
learning to enjoy childish things.
to jump into murky puddles instead of avoiding them like the plague.
all whilst holding the steady hand of my Father.
i'm learning to dance in the rain.
i'm learning to dance with the rain.
it's the best way to live.
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