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This past week I’ve been pulling Christmas decorations out of those boxes… you know, the ones stored at the bottom of the closet (or up in the overhead storage racks in the garage). I’ve been unwrapping bubble wrap and tissue paper, opening tupperware, smaller boxes, and ziploc bags. Strands of untangled white lights now twinkle all over our tree, glittered keepsake ornaments gently reflect their light, and the scent of fresh evergreen fills the air with a pungent pleasantness. Ahhhh yes… it’s beginning to “look a lot like Christmas” here!

Relishing my day off, I spent much of yesterday afternoon cozied up on the couch just enjoying this Christmas aire. The fireplace gently flickering in the background, I let my body relax and my mind wander…

You see, lately there’s been a word – a concept – softly echoing in my mind and heart: “Emmanuel”. I’m sure you know it.. it’s mentioned in old hymns, Mathew’s gospel Nativity account, and even on select Christmas cards. Translated from Hebrew as “God with us”, it’s kind of become the theme of Christmas for me this year. God here as a man, with us: divinity blended with humanity. It’s surreal to think about…

The greatest king born in a simple barn. If you will, GOLD mixed with STRAW.

I sipped my coffee – swirled with cream & sprinkled with sugar – as I sort of stared at the olive wood nativity scene perched on the fireplace mantel. The figures were so neat and clean, smooth and polished. I thought about what the actual stable must of been like that famous night in Bethlehem. Was it cold, damp, breezy? Was the hay itchy, were there splinters? Was it smelly, crowded?

Jesus left the majesty of heaven to come and be with us… and yet the birth of Jesus feels – dare I say it – in a way… so ungodly. Doesn’t it?

Jesus could’ve been born in a royal palace, attendants assisting the birth, and wrapped in embroidered cloths. He could’ve slept soundly by a warm fire, and grown up surrounded by people with extensive education, influence, and comfort. But Jesus wasn’t born like a king. He was born in a stable.

Though his birth, life, death, and resurrection have been part of God’s plan through the ages, there SOMEHOW wasn’t room in a comfortable place for Jesus to be born that night… it seems weird, right? But God doesn’t make mistakes or lose track of details; he chose to come this way. And while there is much humility, and HUMANITY, in that stable… the ROYALTY also cannot be missed. Jesus was miraculously conceived by a virgin, his birth was announced by angels, predicted by prophets, and he was worshiped!

Royalty and simplicity. Divinity and humanity. GOLD and STRAW.

The bible says Jesus was fully God and fully man. In him, and only him, divinity and humanity impossibly blended together. I love how we can see that blend even in the account of his birth. God put skin on, was born in a stable, and lived among men… “God with us.”

“But after [Joseph] had considered [divorcing Mary], an angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, ‘Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because what is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.’ All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet [Isaiah]: ‘The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel‘ (which means ‘God with us’).” -Matthew 1:20-22, NIV, emphasis mine

Jesus was fully God. He had the authority to forgive sins (Mark 2:5-7; Luke 7:48-9), he accepted worship reserved for God (Matt. 8:2, 14:33; John 9:38, Acts 10:25-6), spoke of existing before Abraham (John 8:57-8), raised from the dead (Mark 16:6), raised others from the dead (John 11), performed many miracles, ascended into heaven (Acts 1:9-11), and spoke of judging the world and assigning the eternal destiny of all people (Matt. 25:31-46). Yet, he was born in a stable into the arms of an ordinary couple (Luke 2:22-4) who lived in an unimportant town (John 1:45-6). What a God we serve!

Thank you Jesus for loving us, for loving me, so much that you willingly gave up the splendor of heaven for the squalor of a stable here with us.


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I love carols… it’s like a candlelit Christmas Eve service is wrapped into the music… steeped in hope, bursting with joy, the words paint a picture… each hymn a different piece of the incredible Christmas story…

…We three kings of Orient are… bearing gifts we traverse afar…

…field and fountain, moor and mountain… following yonder star…

“…Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked [King Herod], ‘Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star in the east and have come to worship him.” (Matthew 2:1b-2)

…O Star of wonder, star of night… Star with royal beauty bright…

…Westward leading, still proceeding… Guide us to thy perfect light…

“After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen in the east went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him.” (Matthew 9-11a) The biblical account doesn’t specify how many magi there were, or much about who they were, but I love what their gifts foreshadow about Jesus

…Born a king on Bethlehem’s plain… Gold I bring to crown him again…

…King forever, ceasing never… over us all to reign…

They brought GOLD… gold was used to pay tribute to a king, to decorate the homes of kings, and to adorn King Solomon’s temple. The gospel of Matthew, where the story of the magi is found, begins by tracing the genealogy of Jesus from the royal line of King David. The magi came looking for a king, and when they found him they “bowed down and worshipped him” (Matthew 2:11). Oh, that we would do the same!

 …Frankinsense to offer have I, incense owns a deity neigh…

…prayer and praising, all men raising… worship Him, God most high…

They brought FRANKINCENSE… priests used this incense in ceremonial offerings (Exodus 30:34). Precious in the ancient world, frankincense was harvested by slicing the bark of certain trees and allowing the resin to bleed out and harden in the sun. According to Herodotus, these trees were often home to snakes, so obtaining the sap could be dangerous. He wrote that people would light a fire by the tree in order to drive away the snakes with smoke. Jesus, our great high priest (Hebrews 4:14-15), defeated Satan on the cross. Indeed, the curse of the serpent in the Garden of Eden was fulfilled in Jesus, “he will crush your head, and you will strike his heel” (Genesis 3:15).

…Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume… breathes of life, of gathering gloom…

…sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying… sealed in the stone-cold tomb…

They brought MYRRH… this was used for embalming and perfumes since its strong fragrance masks odor. Nicodemus and Joseph of Arimathea used a mixture of myrrh and aloes to prepare Jesus’ body for burial in the tomb (John 19:39-40). Myrrh was also believed to have medicinal properties, possibly providing pain relief. When Jesus was nailed on the cross, he was offered wine mixed with myrrh but he refused it (Mark 15:23). Jesus was to be the ultimate sacrifice for us all.

…Glorious now, behold him arise… King, and God, and sacrifice…

…alleluia, alleluia… earth to heav’n replies…


A couple of years ago, the church I was a part of went through a “Carols” series… it was a way of preparing for Christmas, of using a few traditional carols as the backdrop to bring the biblical story to life. This blog post is almost entirely from of the sermon “Bearing Gifts We Traverse Afar” from Dec 12, 2010 at Willamette Christian Church in West Linn, OR (by John Furman, I believe). Sorry, it doesn’t look like the podcast is online anymore – just in my journal. : )

Merry Christmas friends!!




Lyrics to “We Three Kings” from http://www.lyricsforchristmas.com/christmas-carols/we-three-kings/




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Have you ever been cliff jumping? You know, where you run to the edge of a towering rock face and then throw your body over the side… free falling toward a  deep pool of icy water with ever increasing momentum? ..I haven’t.

I love the outdoors, I especially love water, and I love hanging out with adventure sports people. But my brain tends to be more of a calculating one… so how far OUT would I have to jump to avoid smashing into the cliff on the way down… how DEEP is that water… are there any hidden ROCKS lurking beneath the surface that could paralyze me?!  I want to calculate the risk before jumping. So, inevitably, I will stand at the edge of the rock face — gazing longingly at the refreshing water below — and watch person after person run, flailing or gracefully diving, and JUMP.

Do you live your life like the person who stands at the edge paused, hesistant to truly dive into something?  Have you been living with “one toe in”, involved somewhat but not fully invested in relationships, commitments, future plans, and –dare I say it — “church”? I have.

Ever wondered what it would be like to go all in? To really live the way that God intended? Sure, it’s easy to go to church, listen to the sermon, maybe even volunteer in the nursery, give money to a charitable organization, or lead a Bible study group. But I’m talking about something more… more than learning about what God has to say, actually living that way. I’m not suggesting it’s bad to do these things, but I am suggesting that we can do all this — and more — and still be standing at the edge of the cliff.

Those who will commit to nothing, who stand for nothing, and who risk for nothing, in the end, rarely accomplish anything. (The Bravehearted Gospel, p. 123)

Following God is not a list of “do nots” or guilt-laden commitments throughout the week;  it’s about relationship — first with the God of the universe and then with the people around us. Being a Christian is about living like Christ, not just talking about it. Let us not merely talk about theological questions of the ages, let us pray for our friends who have cancer, release bitterness and confront hatred, and allow the Bible to move from our brains and seep into our hearts that it may transform who we are and not just what we do. May what we DO flow out of who we are, out of love  for one another not out of obligation. May we not be legalistic, superficial, self-righteous people. May we not be people who have “the appearance of godliness” but deny its power (2 Timothy 3:5).

So what does this “all in” look like?

Black Rock cliff jump, Maui

I think it means caring more about what God thinks than the people we try to impress: romantic interests, colleagues, friends, bosses, parents, etc. It means that our motivations matter: the reasons behind our actions. It means relationships are saturated with honesty and love: we let down our walls and let people see us as we truly are… and we love on people as they truly are. It means we have to trust God with a LOT: we withdraw from the driver’s seat in life and yield to God’s guiding. It means we cut out the sin (the things that aren’t right before God) from our lives; we allow people to shine light on those areas and we listen to their words with humility. It means we spend time with God: reading the Bible and praying. It means instead of being crazy busy we prioritize and simplify: we go DEEP instead of WIDE. It means we apologize and forgive — always. We seek to restore broken relationships.

As a single girl in her 20s, let me add this to the ladies out there…  This also means we take an honest look at the way we interact with the guys in our lives. It means we gain our sense of beauty, power, identity, and worth not from the praises of charming — and not-so-charming — fellows, but from God. This doesn’t mean making ourselves unattractive, but rather taking a closer look at our wardrobes, especially the mini skirts and plunging shirts, and our hearts. I think jumping “all in” means we willingly relinquish the sense of power and control that comes from turning heads and collecting compliments. It means we choose to put God in the spotlight instead of ourselves.

Please hear me, this is not a formula. It’s not a “10 steps to heaven” deal. The Bible says people are saved through faith in Christ, it’s not something you earn (Ephesians 2:8-9, Titus 2:5) it’s something you believe (Romans 10:9). What I’m talking about is living a FULL life, at taking God at his word and believing that he really knows best how to approach life. So, go ahead and take the plunge… bring on the ripples of change! : )

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It’s the beginning of the school year. The clouds above the northwest have swelled and begun pouring rain — in large and small amounts — on the streets and sidewalks of my little corner of the city. Coffee pots are being dusted off, syllabi handed out, and pillows less frequented… September has come.

I remember when school meant long rides on the crickety bus and the hustle and bustle of malls filled with teenagers eagerly awaiting their chance to walk into the same halls with a new identity — transformed by their summer experiences, relationships, and newly infused fashionable wardrobes. I remember getting ready… buying textbooks, school bags, pens, locker decorations, and such. And then sitting in class trying to stay awake.

…Not this year.

I love my classes. For the past two years I have had the incredible opportunity to study, well, God. : ) From Greek language to counseling, theology to global issues, and Genesis to Revelation the whole idea of coming to seminary has been to get to know God: to study the Bible, spend time with God in prayer, and to let that transform my life from the inside out.

I was sitting in class yesterday morning thinking about the heartbreak in America, the bitterness toward God that so many hold when he has failed to come through for them — or it appears that way. My professor was talking about an often quoted, but misunderstood, verse (Matthew 18:19-20):

“…if two of you agree on earth about anything they ask, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.”

On its own it sounds a lot like God is promising that when two people agree on something and come to him in prayer about it that He will give them whatever they ask. It’s a formula to get our wildest prayers answered — or so it may appear at first glance. So we grab a buddie and pray earnestly for a job, spouse, medical healing, guidance on an issue or the like… and if God doesn’t grant our request we shake our fists at Him and point our fingers bitterly to this verse. We feel entitled to an answer, an answered PROMISE to be precise, but the problem is that we misunderstood the verse. We took it out of context.

The verse, which starts with “Again I say to you”, is part of a larger unit of thought that stretches back to the beginning of chapter 18. My professor continued speaking: the main idea is that when Christians live in sin, fellow Christians should seek to restore them to fellowship. This passage is about relationships within the church, about acting with humility toward one another, and not causing harm. Oh, that we would take these words to heart and not just skim over them!

When a Christian does sin (by doing something contrary to what God says is right), as the church we should reach out in love and humility in every effort to restore them into relationship and fellowship. The context surrounding the description of how this should be done includes a strong emphasis on humility (the opposite of pride), and love. Rather than condemning and “scarlet lettering” someone, we are to approach the person with an attitude like a shepard going after a single sheep that’s wandered off. The shepard’s desire is — most likely–  not to beat the sheep, but to bring it back to the flock and to safety.  When this is done according to the will of Christ and in real agreement in prayer, it is powerful and God is a part of it.

As I sat and listened to my professor explore this passage, I saw the way its segments were woven together as a unit. I continue to be amazed at the interconnectedness and depth of the Scriptures. While the Bible clearly states blatant truths, there is much more to be learned by peeling back its layers and examining the frameworks within those truths have been presented.

….Here is my hope and my point

May we not hold grudges against God for breaking what we have incorrectly deemed a promise. Let us never remove anyone’s words, especially God’s, from the context in which they are said. God is perfect, always has been, and He loves you and me. Next time you see a one verse bumper sticker, t-shirt, bookmark, or bulletin board I’d encourage us all to open our Bibles and find where it’s nestled. I pray you will be blessed by the experience, and I am confident you will find that God loves you and His promises remain unbroken. : )

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The Bible is full of stories, but it’s more than a storybook. For me at least, it’s far too easy for my eyes to move across its pages… to “read” the stories, if you will, without actually absorbing them. It’s a flat, two-dimensional experience. Sometimes, dare I say it, even boring.  But there’s more.

The Bible wasn’t meant to be a lesson-planning tool for children’s Sunday school class. We are missing so much of what God has to say when we reduce it to such a surface-level existence.

This morning I had the priviledge of listening to a Middle Eastern man recount a story I’ve heard before, one I’ve brushed past at the Sunday-school level. Today the story came alive… and I wanted to share with you a snippet of what he said. My hope is that it will encourage you, bless you, and challenge you to seek within the pages of Scripture the heart of God. You will not be disappointed.

Perhaps you, like me, have heard this story. A lady pours out some expensive perfume on the feet of Jesus. It’s a great act of service and love… but I think it’s more than that.

From John 12:1-8:

“Six days before the Passover, Jesus arrived at Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. Here a dinner was given in Jesus’ honor. Martha served, while Lazarus was among those reclining at the table with him. Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume. But one of his disciples, Judas Iscariot, who was later to betray him, objected, ‘Why wasn’t this perfume sold and the money given to the poor? It was worth a year’s wages.’ He did not say this because he cared about the poor but because he was a thief; as keeper of the money bag, he used to help himself to what was put into it. ‘Leave her alone,’ Jesus replied. ‘It was intended that she should save this perfume for the day of my burial. You will always have the poor among you, but you will not always have me.'”


The perfume that Mary poured out was not only “expensive”, it cost the wages of an entire YEAR!! The US Census Bureau placed the average American household income at roughly $50,000 in 2004. Indeed much has changed in the past six years and figures vary depending on the statistical methods of calculation, but the point is the same: the perfume was worth a SIGNIFICANT amount of money. It was costly, and she used it all.

It’s likely that the perfume was her security. She was unmarried. Perhaps it was even her dowry. If something happened to her family she could have sold the perfume and lived off the proceeds for a year. She didn’t have a credit card for a rainy day… and yet she poured out ALL the perfume at the feet of Jesus.

Perhaps it’s easy for us to skim past those details in reading this story, but it would’ve been a radical thing to do.

The feet were considered the dirtiest part of the body. Even today in the Middle East it’s considered an insult to show the soles of your shoes to someone. In biblical times people wore sandals and walked on dusty roads. Feet were probably sweaty, smelly, and grimy after a day walking in sandals in the hot sun. Dirty toe nails, callouses, cuts, and possible fungal problems may have added to the “dirty” nature of feet in the culture. Good hospitality included providing guests with a basin to wash their feet after a long journey. If the host was wealthy and had slaves, then the task of washing the feet of guests upon their arrival fell upon the slaves. The master of the house or host would never have washed feet. Hence, Mary took the role of a servant to wash the feet of Jesus with perfume.

…And she used her hair…

In Biblical times women dressed more modestly than now, and often had their hair covered. A woman’s hair was considered her glory, and it was often tucked up. Wearing a veil in public was a symbol of submission to her husband and was considered to protect her honor and dignity. An unveiled woman in public would’ve been thought disgraceful.  And yet Mary doesn’t seem to be worried about what people would think, or what it might do to her reputation or desirability… she was worshipping the Lord. (Note: the picture is of a modern-day Muslim woman. It is not intended to depict the dress of women in biblical times.)

This story, you see, isn’t just a simple account of a woman who did a nice thing for Jesus before he was crucified. It is the powerful story of a woman who truly gave all of herself — her money, security, reputation — at the feet of Jesus in honor and worship. This woman saw Jesus raise her brother, Lazarus, from the dead (John 11). Jesus deserves honor and worship. And Mary knew it. She held nothing back. Wow.

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It breaks my heart that America is considered by so many to be a “Christian” nation. It’s as if the concept of Christianity has morphed into a cultural term, one that has lost its original spark and meaning. It’s, I would argue, been tossed around as a moral stamp of approval, in essence saying “I believe myself to be a good person” and/or “I consider myself a ‘spiritual’ person.”

But Christianity isn’t about being a good person; it’s about God. Christianity is about following Christ, and only Christ. It’s the life that pours out of a desperate cry to God that says I’m broken, and I’m dirty, and I don’t deserve to be loved by you. It’s an acknowledgement and acceptance of who God is, what He’s done for us, and who we are. It’s all about relationship; an inner transformation that should overflow into every area of our lives. (The notion that Christianity is a stale list of rules dictated by an angry, distant God is not a biblical concept. It’s a tragedy.)

We should not be fooled. Jesus is not some demi-god who sits on a cloud shootin’ the breeze with buddha, Mohammed, Zeus, and a legion of new age spirit guides. Biblically we cannot “cover our bases” by offering allegiance to everyone. Dabbling in spirituality as if we were at a smorgasboard, building our own “religion” like one fills a plate for a meal, is ludicrious. When we do that we place ourselves in the position of a god, essentially saying I know what’s best. God is loving and merciful, yes, but He is not a push-over. He is also holy, just, and jealous.

I think we’ve lost sight of this in America. I think many Christians spend so much time worshipping themselves that there is little time or energy left over for God. We pick and choose the aspects of various philosophies that are appealing to us — those that allow us to live the way we please. And so we receive a self-bestowed “stamp of morality.” We worship money, sex, beauty, and power. Beneath that, I think, is a deep desire for security and love.

I read Francis Chan’s book Crazy Love awhile back and his profile of the “Lukewarm Christian” stuck with me.  I’ve spent many years sitting on the fence — trying to live for God and for myself at the same time. So, it’s with all genuineness of heart that I share Chan’s thoughts with you (highlights mine)…

“Would you describe yourself as totally in love with Jesus Christ? Or do the words halfhearted, lukewarm, and partially committed fit better? The Bible says to test ourselves, so in the next few pages, I am going to offer you a description of what halfhearted, distracted, partially committed, lukewarm people can look like.” (p.67-68)


  • attend church fairly regularly. It is what is expected of them, what they believe ‘good Christians’ do, so they go.

“The Lord says: ‘These people come near to me with their mouth and honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. Their worship of me is made up only of rules taught by men.'” -Isaiah 29:13

  • …”give money to charity and to the church… as long as it doesn’t impinge on their standard of living.”
  • …”don’t really want to be saved from their sin; they want only to be saved from the penalty of their sin. They don’t genuinely hate sin and aren’t truly sorry for it… Lukewarm people don’t really believe that this new life Jesus offers is better than the old sinful one.”

“I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full” – John 10:10

  • …do whatever is necessary to keep themselves from feeling too guilty. They want to do the bare minimum, to be ‘good enough’ without it requiring too much of them. They ask, ‘How far can I go before it’s considered a sin?‘ instead of ‘How can I keep myself pure as a temple of the Holy Spirit?’ … They ask, ‘How much time should I spend praying and reading my Bible?’ instead of ‘I wish I didn’t have to go to work, so I could sit here and read longer!’
  • … are moved by stories about people who do radical things for Christ, yet they do not act. They assume such action is for ‘extreme’ Christians, not average ones.

“Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive youselves. Do what it says.” -James 1:22

  • …are continually concerned with playing it safe; they are slaves to the god of control. This focus on safe living keeps them from sacrificing and risking for God.
  • do not live by faith; their lives are structured so they never have to. They don’t have to trust God if something unexpected happens — they have their savings account. They don’t need God to help them — they have their retirement plan in place. They don’t genuinely seek out what life God would have them live — they have life figured and mapped out. They don’t depend on God on a daily basis — their refrigerators are full and, for the most part, they are in good health. The truth is, their lives wouldn’t look much different if they suddenly stopped believing in God.”

“A relationship with God simply cannot grow when money, sins, activities, favorite sports teams, addictions, or commitments are piled on top of it. Most of us have too much in our lives… Has your relationship with God actually changed the way you live? Do you see evidence of God’s kingdom in your life? Or are you choking it out slowly by spending too much time, energy, money, and thought on the things of this world?” (p.67)

Let us fix our eyes on only that which is worthy of such attention.

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Passion is a funny thing isn’t it? It’s ingrained in our society. We not only desire it, but are encouraged at every turn to seek it and claim it. We want to be beautiful, to elicit, give, and be worthy of passionate lives. Let me pause for a moment: I’m not writing about sex. True, American society has over-sexed everything… my goodness it seems that even office supplies are advertised in a seductive way these days. That’s a conversation all its own. Love can be (and should be!) passionate, but we’re passionate about other things in life too.

Some people are passionate about animals. Others are passionate about the arts, about dance, about music, about photography. Some are passionate about food, about travel, about cars or electronics. Some people are passionate about fashion, about looking good, about the environment. We are PASSIONATE about many things.

For me… I LOVE traveling. If I won the lottery (which is highly unlikely due to the fact that I don’t purchase lotto tickets..), I would buy an around-the-world plane ticket in a heart-beat! I love reading about places around the world, meeting people from around the world, looking at pictures, planning trips and the like. (Let me interject here that pure “travel” was not the reason for going to India this summer, please peruse my other entries to learn about the amazing ministries of BTC in Mumbai.) My point is simply that we enjoy spending time immersed in what we are passionate about.

So my question, and what I’ve been thinking about… is where has all the passion for God gone? We are passionate about so many things here — even celebrities, TV, and sports. But are we actually PASSIONATE about God? Where is the energy and the delight that comes from passion?!?

In the Bible, John writes to the church in Laodicea about their lack of passion. He calls them lukewarm. “I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarm — neither hot nor cold — I am about to spit you out of my mouth. You say, ‘I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.’ But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind and naked.” -Revelation 3:15-17.

I thought about this in India, and so much since getting back. About PASSION for God, not just a lukewarm pitiful kind of faith. Why are we so apathetic and lazy toward God at times when we are so passionate about ourselves.

The words of Timothy ring in my ears… “People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God — having a form of godliness but denying its power…” -2 Timothy 3:2-5.

This is my appeal for PASSION to return to our hearts, to our lives, and to our souls. The women in India at Ashagram were passionate for God. I want to be more like that.

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