The world’s picture of the sexually liberated woman isn’t empowered at all; rather, she’s enslaved by the deception that becoming a commitment-free object of lust was all her idea.
God commanded that His people encourage each other because He knew we would need it.
Many of us wondered why our favorite artists articulated a view of God so much bigger than our pastors. Many of us were using podcasts as a way to connect with pastors that preached the same glorious truths. But still, many of us were functionally church orphans. And no movement, even Gospel-centered movements, can expect to be sustained apart from the local church.
Matt Carter, Jared Wilson, and Charles Smith share some info on the upcoming For The Church conference luncheon at The 2015 Southern Baptist Convention.
I was twelve or thirteen, and my dad, who is a pastor, gave me the opportunity to preach a five-minute sermon (what was he thinking?). I selected Judges 3:12-30 as my text and delivered a sermon on Ehud and Eglon that I had titled “When Lefty Stabbed Fatty."
If we saw holiness as the miracle that it is, I think it would become a topic of conversation accompanied by joy, encouragement, and a sense of opportunity. It would lead to a renewed vision for the church in your neighbourhood.
The wrestle of wealth, of making enough and having enough, is a dark space in my soul—the struggle for contentment against a sliding scale in a world that rejects less as more and sees more as a means to happiness. It’s where I have to preach to myself the truth I know when the lie is in front of me.
By God’s design, my family keeps growing and spreading. Certainly aspects of that are incredibly difficult. But when I think of the treasured people in my life that I never would have met had I not moved around as much as I did, and when I anticipate the hope of that happening again, that tastes pretty sweet to me.
The songs we sing in gathered worship should present an antidote to our pharisaical hearts. We need to sing songs that help us enter into the rest of Christ’s finished work.
In the beginning, God created my body and mind.
But my heart was without form and void . . .