Whether it was a sense of guilt, fear, or shame, it had embedded itself so deeply that I didn’t even realize the question burning secretly in my heart: is He still angry at me?
I cannot write of the pain of enduring a miscarriage; but I can write of how we have not done right by the mothers who have endured such tragedy.
The God of light who commands the armies of angels. The God Who Was, and Is, and Who Will Be. This is our God; the One we worship. This is my Father, who gently stirs me from my sleep, and holds me in the love and safety of His arms.
As I admired what lay before me through the steam of my coffee, I felt the whisper of the Father's voice in my heart.
I do not stand with Israel Folau, and it is neither helpful nor necessary, nor wise, nor Biblical, for other Christians to "stand" with him as has been recently proposed.
Muslim or Christian; whose life is more worth mourning? | This blog calls out the immature reaction of Christians to the Christchurch shooting.