When we arrive at the end of our own strength it is not defeat, but the start of tapping into God’s boundless resources. It is when we are weak that we are strong in God. — Paul Hattaway
Stick to that word “never.” It is worth its weight in gold. Cling to it as a drowning man clings to a rope. Grasp it firmly, as a soldier attacked on all sides grasps his sword. God has said, and will stand to it, “I will never leave you!”
"Never!" Though your heart often faints, and you are sick of self, and your many failures and infirmities; even then the promise will not fail.
"Never!" Though the devil whispers, ‘I shall have you at last! In little while, your faith will fail, and you will be mine!’ Even then, God will keep His Word.
"Never!" Though waves of trouble go over your head, and all hope seems taken away. Even then the Word of God will stand.
"Never!" When the cold chill of death is creeping over you, and friends can do no more, and you are starting on that journey from which there is no return. Even then—Christ will not forsake you.
"Never!" When the Day of Judgment comes, and the books are opened, and the dead are rising from their graves, and eternity is beginning. Even then the promise will bear all your weight. Christ will not leave His hold on your soul. — J. C. Ryle
Please, please, please do not rebuke your friend with self-satisfying relish. No one should ever enjoy rebuking a friend. There will be a shaking voice, tears in your eyes, trembling hands, a sincere conviction, and a heart dripping with gracious love. You won’t expect them to listen to you, but…
How We See Others How God Sees Us -
A friend of mine was telling me about these two Christians fighting on the street and how he stopped them by saying, “Why don’t you two just fight in church where it belongs?” Everyone cheered and the fight stopped and these two guys walked away totally shamed. I might have cheered, too.
I wonder how they could yell Barabbas instead of Jesus.
I wonder how they sang Hosanna and days later, Crucify him.
I wonder how Pontius could wash his hands of it, as though a dirty conscience could be so easily cleaned.
But — I am Barabbas, sinner set free.
I yell Crucify him as I sing praises with ease.
I am Pontius, who turned a blind eye to glory.
And yet, so Christ still died for me.
Still he died, where I should be,
a perfect love on that tree. — J.S. (via jspark3000)
Jesus never had His eyes focused on healing the sick. He had His eyes focused on loving the sick, and they were healed because of who He was. — (via jspark3000)
(Source: sonofhislove, via jspark3000)
Badly injured rhino whose horn was taken after it was darted by poachers.
The pain in this man’s face is what makes this picture.
i hate the world
Forgiveness is about releasing a debt - not collecting what is owed
(Source: claimedbylove, via brianli)