Pride and providence: distinguishing sovereign purpose from self-promotion

WE MUST BE SUSPICIOUS OF THOSE MOMENTS WHEN WE ARE CERTAIN OF THE “VOICE” OF GOD THAT IT IS NOT OUR OWN PRIDE DISGUISED AS DIVINE INSPIRATION. We humans can be so crafty, we may even deceive ourselves (James 1:22; 1 John 1:8). In past dispensations, God revealed his will through patriarchs and prophets, but now has spoken through Jesus (Hebrews 1:1-3). We may wish we had such inspired men around today to reveal the will of God in our specific context. It does not help that modern theologians muddy the waters presumptuously speaking about what God is up to and teasing us with the notion that there is some kind of predetermined plan for every trivial moment of our lives. We are left puzzling over how we will somehow discover God’s will, and wondering constantly if we are somehow messing it all up.

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Why you’re not getting anything out of church

Men have long sought spirituality in elaborate architecture, “priestly” attire, and religious tradition. We have erected sophisticated denominations over the centuries, each with their own signets of sacredness--some with great pomp and circumstance. Even in less formal circles, we often become enamored with buildings, attire, attendance, titles, and numbers. But do these outward displays truly manifest spirituality? Do they indicate the very presence of God?

Strange Sunday: the day the preacher and the worship leader traded places

ONE STRANGE SUNDAY MORNING, A PREACHER NAMED "DON" AND A WORSHIP LEADER NAMED "KEVIN" AWOKE TO A SCARY SURPRISE. Don and Kevin had somehow traded places. Don was in Kevin's body and Kevin was in Don's body. Shocked and confused, they eventually figured out what had somehow happened as they greeted one another awkwardly in … Continue reading Strange Sunday: the day the preacher and the worship leader traded places

Unquenchable thirst

SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE LIFE IS AN UNQUENCHABLE THIRST. Can you relate? It seems that the things in this world never quite satisfy. Even if I feel satisfied for a while, it never seems to last. There is an abiding, deep need that I constantly feel; or at least when I am mindful enough to sense it.