My Love Isn't A Weapon, It's A

Though He Slay Me, Yet Will I Trust Him.' Whatever Happens Is To His Good Purpose And For His Glory. I Am Not Afraid.

That Is One Of The Reasons I Write: To Feel The Presence Of God And Know He Is Speaking To Me In A Very Personal Way, Instructing Me, Correcting Me, Redirecting Me.

Rome Tolerated Every Abominable Practice, Embraced Every Foul Idea In The Name Of Freedom And The Rights Of The Common Man. Citizens No Longer Carried On Deviant Behavior In Private, But Pridefully Displayed It In Public. It Was Those With Moral Values Who Could No Longer Freely Walk In A Public Park Without Having To Witness A Revolting Display. What Happened To The Public Censors Who Protected The Majority Of Citizenry From Moral Decadence? Did Freedom Have To Mean Abolishing Common Decency? Did Freedom Mean Anyone Could Do Anything They Wanted Anytime They Wanted, Without Consequences?

Love One Another, Jesus Said. Sometimes It Took A Lifetime To Learn How. Sometimes It Took Someone To Hit Rock Bottom To Make Someone Reach Up And Grasp Hold And Be Lifted From The Mire To Stand On A Firm Foundation.

I've Done Everything For The Wrong Reasons. All The Good Works People Credit To Me Are Nothing Because I Did Them Expecting God To Repay Me. I Thought If I Worked Hard Enough, God Would Have To Give Me What I Wanted. The Truth Is I've Never Served The Lord At All. I Was Always Serving Myself.