We Are Made For Christ, And Nothing

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.

The Cultural Propaganda Embodied In Two Liquor Advertisements, "living Well Is The Best Revenge" And "sip It With Arrogance," Have A Curious, Perhaps Demonic Appeal. Consumerism Indeed Has Its Own Spirituality.

The Fierce Words Of Jesus Addressed To The Pharisees Of His Day Stretch Across The Bands Of Time. Today They Are Directed Not Only To Fallen Televangelists But To Each Of Us. We Miss Jesus' Point Entirely When We Use His Words As Weapons Against Others. They Are To Be Taken Personally By Each Of Us. This Is The Form And Shape Of Christian Pharisaism In Our Time. Hypocrisy Is Not Hte Prerogative Of People In High Places. The Most Impoverished Among Us Is Capable Of It. Hypocrisy Is The Natural Expression Of What Is Meanest In Us All.

A Man Doesn't Grow Old Because He Has Lived A Certain Number Of Years. A Man Grows Old When He Deserts His Ideal. The Years May Wrinkle His Skin, But Deserting His Ideal Wrinkles His Soul.

Reality, Truth, And Jesus Christ Are Incredibly Open-ended