It reminded me of the story of the paralyzed man carried by four men to Jesus.
It reminded me of the story of the paralyzed man carried by four men to Jesus.
I am a very organized kid, and I like planning for things in advance. Naturally, deviating from my usual patterns makes me a little anxious. So, what scares me? Change. And uncertainty. Change and uncertainty for the future. My future, the future of our church, the future of our country… the list is truly endless.
Bill Utterback, who writes the posts you read here, is currently in the hospital. Pastor Hannah was able to visit Bill today and is in touch with his family. He is in the ICU and the next 24 to 48 hours will be critical. We should all know by now that Bill is a prayer warrior, and he needs our prayer to help him through his battle with COVID.
I ached in the absence of fellowship, and when I ache, I pray.
Who gets to hear the voice of God? Why?
“I’m struggling to find my own path to more dangerous prayers.”
“I don’t know for sure that God moved in the moment, but I am absolutely certain that God wanted me to move, to take another step … “
“ … perhaps we don’t need to cry so loudly. Maybe we can respond with a whisper, ‘Speak, Lord … ‘ and listen.”
“ … we prayed together, aloud, on a city sidewalk “
“ … as Jesus seeks the woman, he is calling to all of us. Who?”
“I listen when people pray.”
Thank you for this opportunity, Lord, now please excuse me, I’ve got work to do.
After I heard “Holy Ground” my thoughts raced.
Sometimes, when we share prayer, we share a window into God’s presence ...
I wanted to lead prayer. God wanted me to listen to prayer
“ … I think I need to amplify the petitions for Light onto a path that leads me to help others … “
I don’t know how my water could help create those amazing colors. But I invested in the plants, I cared about them, and I felt joy when they blossomed.
My pulse slows. My thoughts slow. The current that rushes through most of my days becomes still water for as long as I need it
How will God use us – volunteers, not warriors or Kings or poets or prophets – to build when our exile ends?
In the first chapter of Acts, do we find a model for life in the time of pandemic?