12/7/2021 0 Comments A Faith of Equal PrivilegeThe antidote to discrimination and racism is Jesus Christ. Pastor E.V. Hill once shared his response to Black Panthers threatening his life for preaching about “that white Jesus.”
I don’t know anything about a white Christ—I know about Christ, a Savior named Jesus. I don’t know what color He is. He was born in brown Asia, He fled to black Africa, and He was in heaven before the gospel got to white Europe . . . I do know one thing: if you bow at the altar with color on your mind, and get up with color on your mind, go back again and keep going back until you no longer look at His color, but at his greatness and His power—His power to save![1] [1] https://www.mysoulpurpose.org/e-v-hill-and-the-black-panthers 9/21/2020 0 Comments GraduationBarbara Jo was born on January 14, 1929 in Kellogg, Idaho. Trapped in a nursing home by Covid-19, depressed and unable to leave her room for months, she wasted away to a mere 75 pounds before finally reaching earth’s finish line at the age of 91. Fortunately, her life was not defined by her death.
9/2/2020 0 Comments Two Sides of BelongingImagine authorities breaking into your home in the middle of the day and hauling you off to jail because you “belonged to the church.” James, one of the twelve disciples was killed precisely for that reason.
7/27/2020 1 Comment Block PartySaturday afternoon we hosted a block party at our home on Westchester. All but two of our neighbors showed up which was downright amazing.
7/18/2020 0 Comments Ephesians 6--Armor Up!
Daniel York teaches from Eph. 6:10-18 Why it is Critical to Apply our Spiritual Armor!
1/6/2020 0 Comments I Wait For Your SalvationIf our salvation hinges on anything but the finished work of Christ on the cross, we are in trouble.—Charles Stanley in Eternal Security Can You Be Sure?
12/24/2019 1 Comment Johnny's ChristmasSilently a small figure sat shivering on the soft pine-covered earth tucked away from the wind in a grove of blue spruce. His tear-filled eyes gazed out across a small meadow where remnants of snow from the last storm lingered. He opened his knapsack and took out the curved white candle and remembered the last words of his frail mother. “Johnny, I love you so much. I’m proud of you. I want you to take this candle and keep it and remember—you are to be a light. No matter what happens, you keep shining? Promise?”
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