Martyn Lloyd-Jones is asked: “What do you think the church needs above all else today?”
Lloyd-Jones answers: “She needs to be absolutely certain about her message. We need to get back to the position of Paul when he went to Corinth: ‘I determined not to know anything among you, save Jesus Christ and Him crucified.'
We mustn't be trying to preach philosophy or politics or things of that kind. We must go back to this New Testament message and realize on top of that, that without the power and demonstration of the Holy Spirit, even the preaching of that message will be in vain."
All USAF female pilots who met the same aviation combat standards that men did.
There is one Navy plane in this clip.
As a female Veteran, I completely support @PeteHegseth new policies.
#FlyFightWin
On the rare occasion that I go to Walmart the only crazy 💩 I see usually involves drunken people on mobility scooters. I never get to see the cool stuff like this. 😞🤣
David Powlison (1949–2019) once inverted Psalm 23 to portray what life feels like and looks like whenever God vanishes from sight. He called it AntiPsalm 23.
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I’m on my own.
No one looks out for me or protects me.
I experience a continual sense of need. Nothing’s quite right.
I’m always restless. I’m easily frustrated and often disappointed.
It’s a jungle—I feel overwhelmed. It’s a desert—I’m thirsty.
My soul feels broken, twisted, and stuck. I can’t fix myself.
I stumble down some dark paths.
Still, I insist: I want to do what I want, when I want, how I want.
But life’s confusing. Why don’t things ever really work out?
I’m haunted by emptiness and futility—shadows of death.
I fear the big hurt and final loss.
Death is waiting for me at the end of every road,
but I’d rather not think about that.
I spend my life protecting myself. Bad things can happen.
I find no lasting comfort.
I’m alone . . . facing everything that could hurt me.
Are my friends really friends?
Other people use me for their own ends.
I can’t really trust anyone. No one has my back.
No one is really for me—except me.
And I’m so much all about ME, sometimes it’s sickening.
I belong to no one except myself.
My cup is never quite full enough. I’m left empty.
Disappointment follows me all the days of my life.
Will I just be obliterated into nothingness?
Will I be alone forever, homeless, free-falling into void?
Sartre said, “Hell is other people.”
I have to add, “Hell is also myself.”
It’s a living death,
and then I die.
Eugene Peterson's paraphrase of Rom 12:1 is a great description of discipleship:
"So here’s what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering."
Tony Campolo passed away today.
He was 89 years old.
He was one of the most gifted preachers I have ever heard.
If you have a few minutes, listen to him tell the story of throwing a birthday party for a prostitute in Hawaii.
It's worth your time.