You know, there are days when you just want to send God an email. Or a text message. Or ask Him to send you one! God, could you please leave me a yellow sticky note…You can put it anywhere. In the middle of my forehead would probably work.
KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON
Today, we are facing so much. You’ve been knocked down; you can’t pray. We have those hand-wringing moments when we cry: “Lord, this is bad. What am I going to do?” I call them spiritual panic attacks. What’s the solution? Let me offer six assurances that you can claim from the King of Kings, and a repositioned, timeless message from an earthly king and our friends across the Atlantic.
SHE’S A BAD MAMA-JAMA
Got your attention? Thought so. But, wait a minute; hold on. Don’t let go of your favorite gospel tune. David, sweet singer of Israel, concluded Psalm 150 (verse 6) with the words—Let everything that has breath, praise the Lord. I’m convinced that, in this case, a disco lyric is part of “everything.” Especially when we focus our attention on the heavens. It reigns supreme among a billion starry wonders in our solar system.
STARTING THIS DAY
Get ready! Get ready! Get ready! Starting now, here come the blog posts about your Joy, your new-found Fearlessness and your Healing…my sharings, all designed to encourage you to get your glow on. I have declared myself the Lord’s Chief Evangelist of Joy…that’s what I’m all about. Spreading the Good News—to share the evangelion, inGreek, the announcement, the gospel.