Wait a minute... I thought being called a deplorable was the real persecution. How wrong I am. How weak my flesh. How fearful my mind. What a sad walk I walk in Christ.
"We have got to talk about other reforms that are going to enable us to elect Democrats up and down the ticket so that we can actually have the capacity to implement.â€
Personally, I have never heard a pastor speak politics from the pulpit in the church I attend or those I have visited. I would wonder what "other reforms" might be enacted if this inaccurate perception is popularized. Would reforms ever include enforcing limits on Biblical teachings from the pulpit?
I will say I grew up in a 70's occult home. When I was 14 years old I checked out a book on palm reading from the library. Studying my palm, 3 lines together meant I'd be "religious!" An older couple next door (in Britain) gave me a book by Joni Erickson soon after which I read with interest. Here I am today... a desirer of Christ's fullness in my heart. He's a God with a sense of humor, I think.
Thank you Christopher000. I have gleaned much from this thread. There have been some powerful words and concepts... seemingly coming from gentle and wise Christians inspired by God's own heart. My walk will be different this week thanks to those of you who shared.
Wow. What balm to my ponderings from unknown Christians far away from me. It's a good day when the words of others make you want to dig into the Word. And/or copy their words down and carry them around with you a few days! Hope is offered so unexpectedly sometimes.
I can't say if I led my children in all the "correct" christian experiences that would lead them to love Jesus forever. My husband and I sought God in our decisions. We moved forward as we felt God provided. To me the other side of my wondering is; how can a kid grow up in a horrific world of spiritual darkness be led out into the light? My parent did all the "wrong" things. Yet here I am! I love this about God.
I have to wonder. I grew up as a none. No one prayed with me or took me to church. No one in my home ever mentioned Jesus. My mother was into the occult. When in my last year of high school, I told my mom I needed to go to church. She took me to a Lutheran church down the street. Then I went by myself. This is where I fell in love with Him and couldn't get enough of Him. He works in our hearts and lives individually. My own children grew up with a lovely, Godly father. We were very involved in church. We prayed together, read the Bible together, they went to Christian school. I did lots of fasting for them.They seemed to love Jesus too and their lives seemed to reflect the love and attributes of Christ. Now they toe the line of the Progressive agenda. They say God is a mythical figure of meanness and cruelty (OT). It brings sadness. They are walking their own journey. I am always full of pleadings for them. In the meantime, I love them from my heart in peace while reaching out to children who grow up in homes such as my childhood home.
“If the Bible is the foundation of your faith, here’s the problem: it’s all or nothing. Christianity becomes a fragile house of cards religion.â€
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