Famine
We may find physical famine almost impossible to believe, but how about a spiritual famine? You don't have to wait until the future for that! Take a trip across these United States. Or pick a country—any country.
Written by Chuck Swindoll, these encouraging devotional thoughts are published seven days per week.
We may find physical famine almost impossible to believe, but how about a spiritual famine? You don't have to wait until the future for that! Take a trip across these United States. Or pick a country—any country.
God wants to use you—stumbling and all—but He won’t do so if you refuse to get up.
Instead of accepting the fact that no one deserves the right to lead without first persevering through pain and heartache and failure, we resent those intruders. We treat them as enemies, not friends. We forget that the marks of greatness are not delivered in a paper sack by capricious gods.
If nothing else, that overgrown, ornery perennial has provided me with an object lesson I can't ignore any longer: Strong roots stabilize growth. If that's true of trees it is certainly crucial for Christians.
Did you know that God takes special notice of those tears of yours? Psalm 56:8 tells that He puts them in His bottle and enters them into the record He keeps on our lives.
People who conduct their lives according to such thinking are called smart. They haven't a fraction of tolerance for the supernatural. To them it is sloppy to think in terms of the unexplainable, the "miraculous."
A glance at the silver platter and everything looks delicious: “apostles of Christ... angels of light...servants of righteousness.” Through the genius of disguise, they not only look good, they feel good, they smell good! The media serves them under your nose.
New hope. New attitudes. New feelings. New direction. New destiny. The newborn shakes his head, blinks, looks around at his first glimpse of new life, and he can hardly believe it. And the world? Why, of course, it rushes on.
Your trophy is your contribution—whatever and wherever. Known or unknown. It's your investment, your gifted "touch," that will live on far beyond the grave. God displays these trophies forever.
Leaning forward, the scholar shouted, “Do you know where you are going?” Without looking back, the driver yelled a classic line, not meant to be humorous, “No, your honour! But I’m driving very fast!”