If I was there, Jesus, in your days What would be my name? Where would I have stood? Would I be Mary who gave you birth? Or Herod, who sort your death? Would I have travelled like the wise men? Or held the sword across a child's head? If I was there, Jesus, in your [...]
It's a good day to be drunk . . .
His betrayer had given them a sign: “The One I kiss, He’s the One; arrest Him!” So he went right up to Jesus and said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” and kissed Him. Matthew 26:48-49 Then one of the Temple guards standing nearby slapped Jesus across the face. “Is that the way to answer the high priest?” he demanded. [...]
Please, come with me . . .
For God so loved you and me . . .
then come!
I still worry about what others think about me. I still hope everyone likes me. I never want to be the villain in anyone's bedtime story. But in the heart of those desires is pride. My assessment of myself is based on 'goodness' not 'godliness' and if I must be truthful, like Paul, no good [...]
