It’s an intriguing idea, isn’t it? Are there four words that hold the power to change lives? Can any words really contain that kind of power, that kind of hope, that kind of transformation?
Can only four words do that?
Obviously, I think the answer to that is Yes.
But please note the verb: Can. Not will. Why the distinction? Because words alone are merely words. In themselves they don’t hold the ability to do anything. They simply are. It’s what we choose to do with them that matters. The choices are really yours.
Accept … or reject.
Act … or ignore.
Hope … or do.
Four little words. They can be transforming … or not.
It’s up to you.
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In Him [Christ, the Word] was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.
— John 1:4-5
Someplace in Galilee, somewhere along the dusty roads of His travels, Mary Magdalene had met Jesus. It was no ordinary meeting, for He had cast seven demons from her. Joining His band of disciples, she followed Jesus wherever He went—no easy life, especially for a woman, especially in that time and place.
She followed Him all the way to Jerusalem … all the way to the foot of the cross. Through her tears, she watched Him die. Her loyalty brought her even to His tomb to see Him buried.
Can you imagine the devastation? Her Lord, her Savior, her Healer, her Rabbi. He had given her back her life, and so had become life to her. She had spent her time following Him, hearing His teaching, watching His ministry, seeing people healed and fed.
And now He was gone.
Happy Thursday! Welcome to your weekly break.
This one just makes me happy. I hope it does the same for you. God is good!
We–or at least I–shall not be able to adore God on the highest occasions if we have learned no habit of doing so on the lowest. At best, our faith and reason will tell us that He is adorable, but we shall not have found Him so, not have “tasted and seen.” Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are “patches of godlight” in the woods of experience.
–C.S. Lewis, Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer
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When I think about the havoc that was wreaked upon the earth
When Adam and Eve sinned—
Wars and diseases,
Hunger and pain,
Death and all that is of darkness—
Then I realize that the common cold—
Headaches and sneezes,
Throat raw and brain wrapped in wool—
Is probably not the most pressing reason to be exasperated
That they chose to rebel
And eat the fruit.
[Achoo! Excuse me.]
But still …
Welcome to Thursday Intermission! Time for your weekly video break.
I can’t let Valentines Day week go past without showing you this charming kissing booth:
And I was reminded of this love story to share with you as well:
Why, yes, I am a cat person. How could you tell?
Generally on this blog, my goal is to encourage readers. I want to point you toward God and His great love for you. But today, I’m going to delve headfirst into controversy.
I think instead of mincing words, I’ll just come right out and say it: Keep Reading
Our bear family has gone on safari to Africa with the Mother Bear Project.
My sister, Karen, has a problem: Her life and apartment are being taken over by bears. They peer out at her from chairs, they sit on the floor, they peek out of boxes.
They’re all friendly bears, with happy faces. And cute ears. People—other knitters, especially—comment on the ears. It’s an adorable “problem” to have!
Karen knits bears. She creates them in various colors, with a rainbow selection of pants and shirts or dresses and little scarves. But she doesn’t knit them just for fun, and they aren’t for sale. Each little bruin has a purpose in life: They are sent to children in developing countries who have been affected by the AIDS crisis.
Sometimes Thursday Intermissions are inspiring. Sometimes they’re funny. Sometimes they’re … whatever this is. Enjoy.
(notes on) biology from ornana films on Vimeo.
We recently made a small change that has made a tremendous difference in my day: We replaced the computer armoire I had been using with a desk.
I work from home, and I also do some studying and reading on my computer. I spend at least a couple of hours each day there, usually more. While the armoire we had was a nice piece of furniture, and I had used it for about a decade, I was beginning to feel stifled in there. I felt as though I were spending hours of my day inside a box.
So we did something really radical: We bought a desk. Keep Reading