Famine
We may find physical famine almost impossible to believe, but how about a spiritual famine? You don't have to wait until the future for that! Take a trip across these United States. Or pick a country—any country.
Written by Chuck Swindoll, these encouraging devotional thoughts are published seven days per week.
We may find physical famine almost impossible to believe, but how about a spiritual famine? You don't have to wait until the future for that! Take a trip across these United States. Or pick a country—any country.
Your trophy is your contribution—whatever and wherever. Known or unknown. It's your investment, your gifted "touch," that will live on far beyond the grave. God displays these trophies forever.
God wants to use you—stumbling and all—but He won’t do so if you refuse to get up.
A glance at the silver platter and everything looks delicious: “apostles of Christ... angels of light...servants of righteousness.” Through the genius of disguise, they not only look good, they feel good, they smell good! The media serves them under your nose.
Leaning forward, the scholar shouted, “Do you know where you are going?” Without looking back, the driver yelled a classic line, not meant to be humorous, “No, your honour! But I’m driving very fast!”
New hope. New attitudes. New feelings. New direction. New destiny. The newborn shakes his head, blinks, looks around at his first glimpse of new life, and he can hardly believe it. And the world? Why, of course, it rushes on.
If nothing else, that overgrown, ornery perennial has provided me with an object lesson I can't ignore any longer: Strong roots stabilize growth. If that's true of trees it is certainly crucial for Christians.
Did you know that God takes special notice of those tears of yours? Psalm 56:8 tells that He puts them in His bottle and enters them into the record He keeps on our lives.
The tongue is capable of prying open more caskets, exposing more skeletons in the closet, and stirring up more choking, scandalous dust than any other tool on earth.
On a dangerous seacoast notorious for shipwrecks, there was a crude little lifesaving station. Actually, the station was merely a hut with only one boat...but the few devoted members kept a constant watch over the turbulent sea.