Breakfast with Jesus“What if you could invite Jesus to breakfast?”Breakfast with Jesus by TheRealTiggerkat
That’s what my five year old, Michael, remembers from today’s sermon. He has rolled it around and around in that cute little head of his and at lunch announced that he was going to invite Jesus to breakfast at our house next Sunday.
So sweet. I smiled at him. He did not smile back--he was focused. This was serious business. Michael cleared a place at the table and pulled out his drawing pad and Crayolas and went to work. This was: Very. Serious. Business.
About 45 minutes and five pieces of paper later Michael proudly produced an invitation worthy of a king. Colorful borders, rainbows and soaring doves bordered the words:
“pleese come to brekfast at our hous on sunday”
“How will you get that to Jesus?” I asked, amused.
“I’ll mail it.” Problem solved
“But I don’t know Jesus’s address, do you?”
“Of course! Eve
Wanted: Christians who can RP (own characters ok)I make games.Wanted: Christians who can RP (own characters ok) by Cartoongal
Writing for me comes easiest when I roleplay. And plus, I don't have set characters in mind yet, so I don't mind if someone else wants to create their own to roleplay, or already has one.
I want to create a Christian otome game with an artist from DA. Now what's a Christian otome? It's a visual novel game with a Christian girl protagonist and potential love interests that tells a story. There can be the option for her to find love for herself or for others.
Therefore: both male and female perspectives are okay. The roleplaying will be rather simple dialogue so you don't have to get too fancy with it. You will be expected to at least be available a few times a week to hash it out however.
You will be credited as a full writer in the project and will have a nice game to show off to your friends and hopefully bring a good witness of Jesus.
Contact me ASAP with your characters OR if you think you want t
Pentecost: The Fire of the SpiritOn this holy feast of Pentecost I would like us to reflect on the Spirit and His work in our lives, namely that there are two ways which we use one: we can use it to mean “alone” and we can use it to mean “together.”Pentecost: The Fire of the Spirit by TESM
How is it that we’re alone? Paul in Galatians tells us that the works of the flesh rip us apart and isolate us. The works of the flesh are envy, greed, immorality, immodesty, lack of chastity, wrath and anger, rivalry, and hatred (cf., Gal 5:16-19). We see this in our own lives and we’ve all had these feelings. But we must recognize that these acts are acts of power and control where we seek to impose our will on the world and others, taking from the weak, the helpless, and those we consider less than ourselves. These aspects gather all things to ourselves, but isolate us and make us one and alone.
But the Spirit is something better and greater. Humility, patience, gentleness, faithfulness, and love. Each of these acts, paradoxically, as
Time to travelCome on let's go somewhere we don't knowTime to travel by historyhunter
somewhere far and bizarre
somewhere we can't drive a car come on let's go bow to a cow
don't give me that frown
you'll be glad when we where plaid you won't feel bad
when were shakin our butts in Bagdad
we'll say hello to our man down below we won't dirty our skirts
when we sleep in a yurt so come on let's go
cause Timbuktu is just for you we'll call our mama while takin
to the Dali lama
so what are you waiting for come out of the door
we got a lot to explore
going shore to shore and so much more
Delusions of GrandeurDelusions of Grandeur by GrubbsWriting
Work was done on sinking ships
In a different time, in a different place.
I had carved my name in the first piece
Of rubble to reach the ocean floor.
Hell was on the high seas,
And I went with the anchor
In the waters of what I thought
Might be my shallow grave.
Atlantis was my refuge,
For I swam with closed eyes
Out of fear of the salt.
I merely felt my way down.
I heard the howling and war
Just above my feet as I descended.
I felt the bubbles of my last breath
rush over me and back from whence they came.
I cared so little as my lungs screamed,
And the pressure crushed my being.
The anchor swam for me as submerged tides
Carried my blind way down.
Had I let go, I might have
swam away from Hell,
Though I feared one journey
more than the other.
I think I will awaken
I think I shall live
I think I can dwell
In Atlantis, should it be found.
Jury DutyI've found that people who accuse others of being the devil, usually have the Devil himself whispering in their ears. Being that we are imperfect, basic reasoning would only assume that we are unfit to pass pure judgement on anyone or anything. I believe that we can all agree on that to some extent, but of course stands the possibility that I am wrong by that very same logic. Judgement is not just for sinners, it is for choice in general. My point is related in that choice is in fact reliant on perspective and perception (Matthew 7:1-5).Jury Duty by GrubbsWriting
On one hand, we could see a man begging for money on the side of the road and think of him as a man in need. Yet in today's world, we are taught to be conservative in our trust, therefore on the other hand, we could see that man, and question his legitimacy. Then of course there are those who insist that instead of mercy and charity, that these fellow human beings of ours should just up and stop being homeless and without work, as though they have
I Forgive YouAll those time you've ever hurt me.I Forgive You by same-but-different
Everything you said.
Every scar you cut.
Every bruise you left.
I won't lie: I hated you for it.
How could you do this to someone so close to you?
How could you abuse their trust, their faith, that you were better than that?
But all that's behind us.
Today's the day I can look in the mirror and say,
"I forgive you."
The Spirit of EasterMy Teacher, My great Teacher,The Spirit of Easter by tomato-bird
Where are you in this night?
The Dark has covered hills and dales and gone has run the light
We saw their hand, we turned and ran, yes from them we did flee
While wives and mothers on the hill compose an elegy
For weep, weep O World!
Weep all tree and shrinking moss
For my Rabbi who I followed
Now is dying on a cross.
Were you not our Messiah?
To give us back our land?
To scatter out the Roman force and free us by your hand?
Did we not see you heal the sick and liberate the lame?
Did you not bring back Lazarus though four days late you came?
Yet I hear you cry,
From your ordeal on the tree
"My God, My God, My Father
Why have You forsaken Me?"
Your last words do speak forgiveness
For the ones that put you there
A sepulcher is readied in a garden fresh and fair
Tomorrow's mass, three days do pass before we dare to come
We bring things of memorial and leave our silent homes
But O heaven, high above!
What great sight now greets our eyes?
For the stone that blo
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