In conclusion, The Beautiful and Damned was not as satisfying as Tender is the Night.
The imperfections only serve to drive the story deeper. I wish I had read this novel twenty years ago.
Lean close together, hold one another and seek spiritual intimacy. Give one another your ashes. Get down to the real work of being holy partners, wholly together.
Yes, I'll drink corporation beer if you buy it. But let's not pretend ... I'm definitelyjudging you.
Isolation is now man's "natural" path. Isolation from God, friends, and eventually even self. Who hasn't felt like they were a shell of some better self?
The body and blood I inhabit that are—in so many ways—not my own to do with what I please. Maybe it washes out in the water, maybe it's always in the blood. But I have been sacrificed for...and so I am given the strength to keep sacrificing my self.
To me, this chapter was a breath of fresh air, not just because it dispels the myth of Mary Magdalene, but also for what her story reveals about Jesus's attitude toward women and His vocations for them.
The application for the Christian to the believer is simple. Live in light of God's cross-generational covenantal blessings and curses. But also, rest assured that the faithful freedom of God is not tied in any way to us.
God indeed has shown us the way to salvation, through His Only Begotten Son Jesus Christ.
Filled with fiery passion for the truth in God's word, practical application is present throughout. The book avails itself to all students of God's word.
Sisters in the faith, if you struggle likewise, this book is for you. Everyone else in the faith, if you know a female believer, this book is for you.
What an encouragement Ruth is for us to faithfully do the work set before us while we wait for God's provision
Pay attention to and support those women who seek the good of those around them, even as they do it from a position of authority and influence.
This is a strong debut that tempers the sadness and melancholy of the themes with gorgeous melodies and playful production choices.
However, although I see variegated realities, I still choose favorites.
This: the maple tree on the river.
The deconstruction of Christmas into an individualistic event is not something I am familiar with. Communion with Christ comes with communion with the church.
We wait. God is at work.
Let us sit here in the bleak midwinter and remember—this is where Christ comes to meet and redeem us.
I think it is necessary to begin this piece with a confession: I really just don’t like Christmas.
In conclusion, and because I’m still relatively new to the scene, I’ve asked some friends to each share a paragraph or five about their favorite mixed drink. Enjoy.