Who are your heroes? Who are the people you want most to emulate? Who do you want to be most like? Why them? This series of questions reveals much about a person. Those who most influence us give perhaps the greatest insight into our character.
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Not many things are more comforting than a promise made and kept. And not many things are more hurtful than a promise broken. Knowing we worship a God who keeps His promises is a source of deep joy. But misapplied, this knowledge can lead us to treasure hunt Scripture for promises in problematic ways.
Stephen Curry, the point guard of the NBA’s Golden State Warriors and this year’s league MVP, has become famous for “putting defenders in blenders” with his unfounded quickness and amazing ball-handling skills, not to mention his crazy 3-point shots. Yet, despite his phenomenal abilities and success, Curry has become known for more.
I did band for a year. It was the most painfully uncool year of my life. At my middle school, you had to do choir plus band or theater. There was a girl in band I thought was cute, so I went with band. I chose percussion, proving mediocre at best.
In a culture of comfort, entitlement and self-indulgence, the lives of believers in Jesus Christ should declare a very different message. I don't mean only what we say and sing on Sunday morning, but the very testimony of our living sacrifices, our whole bodies—flesh and spirit—presented to God as holy and acceptable (Rom. 12:1).
There’s an elephant in the room, and its name is grief. We don’t know how to grieve, and we don’t want to learn. We’d rather distract ourselves with a myriad of gadgets, movies, drugs, food and social media. But grief doesn’t go away if we ignore it.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve sat at this light, waiting for it to turn green. In an instant, I see the steering wheels of four different cars that I’ve sat behind, looking at life through each windshield and seeing vastly different things.
If you had walked through the crowds at Occupy Wall Street, you might have heard singing. Sung to the tune of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” these lyrics floated through the air: “Solidarity forever, solidarity forever, solidarity forever, for the union makes us strong.”