United Theological Seminary recently hosted their 3rd Annual Light the Fire! Conference. The conference featured a dynamic group of theologians, counselors, biblical scholars and pastors...
Today's Soul Care post is a grace-filled story of hope from Ellen Martin. Read as she shares her struggle with anxiety and the triumphant victory of Christ over a longing, trembling heart.
The invitation to remember the pain only for the sake of remembering is not the purpose. The purpose is to remember the Lord’s faithfulness amidst the pain. His consistency. His love—before, during, and after. It is for healing. And hope. And redemption.
My Grandma Arnold passed away last month after a valiant battle with cancer. Her death came on the heels of a messy 2014 – a year that, for me, was littered with fractured friendships, unmet expectations, and the diagnosis of a heart condition.
How is play linked to spirituality? Marilyn Elliott muses about the difference between religious activity and spirituality, and what holy playtime can do for your soul.
Will you sit with the helpless ones and hear their cries even if you are powerless to break through the walls that bind them? Will you sit and ache with them so they don’t suffer alone? Will you honor the cries that no one else hears and give validity to their pain? Will you face death with a tenacious hope that resurrection is always possible?
I needed the one thing I did not have: space to respond to anxiety. Space to make order of the chaos. Space to rest in the midst of panic and fear. Space to see and hear what was pure and true about my life, about me. Space to know that the ground Jesus and I had walked once before was not lost. I was not anxious Ellen exposed for her true self. I was Ellen in a state of anxiety. My old victories were not undone. A new victory was mine just ahead.
There is the Good News of the Gospel and then, there is the good news about ourselves. The good news about ourselves is that we are limited. We run out. We run out of our best efforts. Duke Walker shares his experience of coming to the end of himself, and how his failings brought him closer to God.
My mind began to wander, and by some divine hand, it began to journey to the cross. I began to see her life and mine in the light of the suffering—the whip-marks that tore his flesh—the stripes that He says will heal me. I saw my tormented heart reflected in his agony. "Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? Behold, and see if there be any sorrow like unto his sorrow."
"The good news is that beneath this wilderness is the creative Spirit of God beckoning us toward transformation." Kathy Milans encourages us to stay the course and walk through the wilderness with Christ, trading the discomfort for transformation.