And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.
Have you ever had one of those conversations where you just felt like, “What am I supposed to do now?” I have. After it happened, I went to the concordance of my Bible and looked under despair. I didn’t feel like I was in the despair category yet, but I didn’t want to go there. I only found one reference to despair, but it was a good one: 2 Corinthians 4:8.
“We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed but not driven to despair…”
MOMS will kick off the 2012-2013 year tomorrow Tuesday, Sept 18th at 9:15 am!
Come for a morning of fun and fellowship as we talk about our theme and pray over the year.
1) When things don’t go the way they should, God always makes them turn for good.
Romans 8:28 was as prominent as John 3:16 in our home. “God works all things together for good for those who love him and are called according to his purpose.”
2) God can be trusted.
He never murmured at the providence of God, not even when God took my mother at age 56. “In God I have put my trust, I will not be afraid, what can man do to me?” (Psalm 56:11).
Resolved: I will obey your instructions and do what I know you expect of me, even when it is not mentioned. I will not force you into repeated reminders, which I sometimes call nagging.
Resolved: I will not grumble or complain when I do my chores, but remember what a great thing it is to have a family and a home and clothes and food and running water and electric light and central heating in a world where millions of teenagers have none of these.
No tree however deep the roots,
However high and green the shoots,
However strong the trunk has stood,
Or firm the fibers of the wood,
No tree was ever meant to be
A never-ending shade for me
Or you. Save one: where Jesus died
With bleeding branches spread as wide
And far as faith for sinful men.
But there was shade, especially when
The tree was old: the leaves were thick
With life, and though the root was sick,
The bark deep-creased with age, the limbs
Were laden down with love, and hymns
The fastest growing department at Bethlehem Baptist Church is the nursery—and there is no end in sight. My wife knows of ten expectant mothers at BBC. There are some really tough questions we parents of young children face. How early should we try to help our child make a decisive commitment to Jesus as Savior and Lord? How can we do it so it has meaning and so he remembers it? What about baptism and communion?
Today, my eldest son, you reach
The end of twelve God-given years,
And I will stand today and preach
That God Almighty takes our fears.
At twelve I hope my son should know
That God omnipotent does reign,
And none can stay his plans; they go
Where he appoints and without strain.
Give ear, my son, to what I say
For God’s unending might and power
May lead us fiercely in the way
Of pain before our final hour.
Thursday is the day I take my Sabbath rest. I sleep late while Noel masterfully gets three boys up, dressed, fed and (two of them) off to school without any noise. When I finally get up (around 8:30) we sit together over cereal while Abraham follows his belly happily around the house.
Amy Carmichael was born December 16, 1867 in the village of Millisle on the north coast of Ireland. After a lifetime of service in India she died, the beloved Amma, with a family of thousands. She was 83. They covered her bed with flowers. The boys sang for an hour and a half. It was January 18, 1951. I was five years old.