Every time you sin you are transported to the foot of the cross the quiet agony is there the smell of sweat, leather, earth, wood the taste of blood and tears Christ looks up and recognizes you, since you have been there before He will not ask why He knows …
by Ruth Bell Graham – Footprints of a Pilgrim Look o’er the fields about you – riveted, hilled with graves; no one can count the number of those who perished as slaves; slaves to the sin they were born in, knowing not God or His Light; died without God’s great …
I was regretting the past and fearing the future. Suddenly, my Lord was speaking. “My name is I Am.” He paused. I waited. He continued. “When you live in the past, with its mistakes and regrets, it is hard. I am not there. My name is not “I was.” When …
Don’t you just love it? You are driving along and suddenly you come across road construction. You have an idea what is involved; you slow down and traffic bunches up and sometimes you come to a halt. Flag people stop you and then wave you on. Sometimes you stay for …
