Several years ago, there was a series on TV called, Lost. In the first episode, a plane crashed on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere. It was chaos. Jagged, twisted parts of the plane strewn all around, some burning. Survivors were in different stages of just experiencing a traumatic event. As the scene expanded, and you could see people struggling to get to their feet, helping others, looking for their friends and loved ones, running, etc., there was one lady sitting alone calmly in the sand painting her fingernails.
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The Power of Pride: Part 3
Is Pride Really a Problem for Christians?
Pride can affect the most spiritually sound and mature Christian. Its dangers are real, and it’s alive and thriving in our world.
It can create deep wounds that leave ugly scars.
Pride can have destructive repercussions that change your life and/or the lives of those around you forever.
Continue reading The Power of Pride: Part 3The Power of Pride: Part 2
To see Part 1 of this series, CLICK HERE.
In Part 1, we began to look at the power of pride. I asked you to complete a Self Examination to help expose any areas in your life where pride might be hiding. The exam was based on only 5 areas I chose to focus on. Pride can be hiding in many other places in your life. This examination was meant to provide you with food for thought.
Continue reading The Power of Pride: Part 2The Power of Pride: Part 1
Powder Puff Pride
Powder puff football is dangerous.
But, not nearly as dangerous as pride.
Combine the two, and you get a 40 year-old woman enduring the first surgery of her life to repair a meniscus and totally reconstruct the ACL in her knee.
Yeah, yeah…powder puff football sounds safe. Everyone thinks it’s just this fun, easy-going, quasi football game for girls. I mean, any sport with the word PUFF in its very name couldn’t possibly be dangerous. The moniker conjures visions of sweet little girls running around in pig tails and doggy ears adorned with fluffy hair bands and eye black in soft pink and made of glitter. These teams sat around before the big game braiding each others’ hair and painting their fingernails to match their jerseys. Continue reading The Power of Pride: Part 1
Peaceful Shores
My Dearest God, I beg of Thee
Don’t give me what I deserve
Please hide my sins from the world at large
I’m ashamed and I wish to conserve Continue reading Peaceful Shores
Let This Cup Pass From Me
Profound Understanding
My Papaw Tollett was a Missionary Baptist preacher.
What he lacked in physical stature, he more than made up for in spiritual boldness.
He was a pillar of our church. A strong cornerstone – not one to ever shy away from the Truth.
Continue reading Let This Cup Pass From MeShowers of Blessings (Part 1)
This is a series featuring Guest Writers. We hope the Lord will shower you with blessings through some of the people who have showered us with blessings.
Guest Writer Bio: John R. Oglesbee, M.D.
Dr. John is Tricia’s father. You can read more about him in the article she wrote, A Great Physician. Continue reading Showers of Blessings (Part 1)
Spiritual Dyslexia
Which Way do we Go?
Several years ago, I attended a professional development event at a nearby school district. As heads of the math and social studies departments, respectively, my best friend Darbi and I were chosen as part of the team that was sent. When we broke for lunch, Darbi knew where the restaurant was that we wanted to go to, however, I was driving so she was going to give me directions as we went. I approached a 4-way stop with many cars waiting in all directions. While we waited our turn to be first at the stop sign, I asked her which way we needed to turn. The conversation went like this: Continue reading Spiritual Dyslexia
Hell is Always Open
I was at the store just a couple of days ago, and a lady in the aisle next to me was talking on her cell phone. She was talking to a man. How do I know that? Well…she was using the speaker phone feature. Now, I’m not an eaves dropper by nature, but she was talking on speaker phone in a public place. It wasn’t exactly a private conversation. Continue reading Hell is Always Open
Life is Like a Chocolate Pie
The year my mother and brother died, we decided to have a big ole family Christmas at my parents’ house. Everyone would be there from my mom’s side of the family. We even decided to draw names and exchange gifts. My mom and brother had only died 23 days apart from each other. It started in October, so we were all still very raw and pretty much going through life like zombies. Continue reading Life is Like a Chocolate Pie