Give us this day ourman does not live bydaily breadalone, but by faith,hope,love,conviction of sin,wisdom,discernment,the weapons of ourcompassion,discipline,and inspiration,every wordthat proceedsfrom the mouth of the Lord. Lord, ever moregive us this dayHis blood,the wine,His body,our dailybread. Amen.
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“I drew comfort from knowing hundreds of other Christians were praying. From the first day, we received amazing support. Cards and letters poured in, and the pile just kept getting bigger. Many arrived from friends and relatives. Others came from people we’d never met, people who had read the paper or seen the news, people
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Someday, some lucky literary agent is going to discover this guy, and when that happens, the clouds will part, the sun will splash through, and a color-drenched world will remember why it believes in magic. With Michael Snyder on a deadline-driven hiatus from The Master’s Artist, I’ve been filling some of his Thursday slots with
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Confession: I know stealing is one of the big ten, but I couldn’t help myself. I stole this picture from Jubilee’s website. Everything about it makes love darts explode out of my heart like fireworks on the Fourth of July. (And not those wimpy back yard snap-crackle-poppers, either. I mean the really, really, ridiculously good
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It’s not unusual for people who are familiar with our story to contact me when they hear about families in crisis. And it’s not unusual for my heart to break all over again each time I enter another family’s tragic story. But as hard as it is, I don’t mind going back to that broken
Amy Carmichael spent most of her adult life as a missionary in India rescuing young girls from temple prostitution and providing a home for them. I first heard of her in college, and she remains one of my heroes in the faith. She was also a gifted writer and poet. You don’t casually read Amy
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I’m not a name-it, claim-it girl. To be honest, the thought of having that sort of power scares me. Who am I to tell God what to do? The way I see it, He’s been calling the shots since eternity past, and He really doesn’t need my advice on how to do His job. But
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When I got in my car Wednesday night to drive home from Tyler, I tried to plug Over the Rhine’s “Good Dog Bad Dog” into my CD player. The machinery would whir a bit then spit the CD back out. Between attempts I’d hear snatches of beautiful classical music, but I mostly ignored it. I
Maker of moments, Designer of days, Purify my motives — let my ways Be sanctified, from selfish aims Redeemed. And when I cannot see For churning passion (mud-encumbered Ego feet, dragging half the world), free This foolish bird who simply longs To fly. Loose the chains of gains That weight the wings, and sing Your
If you don’t want to understand love . . . If you don’t want to learn how to pray . . . If you don’t want to carry an exquisite ache like a chunk of molten gold — never cooling, but weighing with a constant pressure on your heart — don’t become a mother.
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