The God Who Exacts The Last Drop

Choose A Single, Sacred Word Or Phrase That Captures Something Of The Flavor Of Your Intimate Relationship With God. A Word Such As Jesus, Abba, Peace, God Or A Phrase Such As "abba, I Belong To You." . . . Without Moving Your Lips, Repeat The Sacred Word Inwardly, Slowly, And Often.

This Is The God Of The Gospel Of Grace. A God Who, Out Of Love For Us, Sent The Only Son He Ever Had Wrapped In Our Skin. He Learned How To Walk, Stumbled And Fell, Cried For His Milk, Sweated Blood In The Night, Was Lashed With A Whip And Showered With Spit, Was Fixed To A Cross, And Died Whispering Forgiveness On Us All.

Do The Truth Quietly Without Display.

One Of My Realizations In Such An Earthy Atmosphere Was That Many Of The Burning Theological Issues In The Church Were Neither Burning Nor Theological.

In Human Beings, Love Is A Quality, A High-prized Virtue; In God, Love Is His Identity.