The chance of a non christian getting to heaven, or entering in heaven and actually staying there, I think is the point. I'm wondering who actually thought up this title for an article. I am guessing a Christian. Firstly, how can any person ever know if a person who looks like a "non-christian" is in fact a Christian or not....
The river is empty of high tide. It has gone from the middle of a hot, summer's longday. My water has retreated. The low tide shows off the nakedness of the mangroves. The midsummer sun barks down at the mud. Critters scurry from the sun and burrow down stinky holes, that they call home. I want my water back. Take this mud a...
Motherhood, motherhood, motherhood. I wonder where that word comes from and what it could possibly mean. Is it perhaps due to some ancient, Celtic ritual that women performed in a cave before sunrise on the first day of the spring Equinox. When upon giving birth for the first time (and hopefully producing a wailing yet, stra...
Yes, society really does need to slow down. Everyone is always in such a hurry to get somewhere or to do something. People want to get home so that they can have more time with their family, husband, pets? But by the time they get home they are too tired to enjoy the lovely family that they had previously longed for. I see y...
I'm watching the people, who are watching their steps. As they walk through life's days and they watch other people passing them by, like the sunlight and the shadows, of another passing day. I wonder, as watch, as the people move by, as they wander away from me and they move through their lives, on their way to a home? Or a...
My image, my Self, a single, precious light, to shine throughout the world for people; day and night. It is my heart upon my sleeve, that I wave throughout the day. It's my mojo and a talisman; my own hooray ! My image, the candle that lights my way when times are dark. To glow and burns, smolder. My ...
Maisey Redstone walked out into her garage to start her car. Turning her key in the ignition, she listened for the familiar, tired grind of the starter motor straining to turn over. Maisey held her thumb hard against the key until her thumb hurt. Eventually she heard a slight cough and splutter inside the engine. Releasing t...
When I was young or younger (I am still young!) I used to dread the thought of being old because I thought that by being an old person, I would miss out on life. That there wouldn't be anything to do anymore and that I would end up being lonely and everyone would find me tedious and boring. I remember thinking that you becam...
Judge not and maybe I won't judge you. Accept me and I'll do my best accept to you. Walk the line with me See what I must see Maybe even take my hand, then I think you'll understand. But for the grace of God, go I. Same for you, you ought to try. Walk the line, be me. Accept the grace and then you'll see.
How do I know if I'm born for greatness? How does anyone know? Greatness is all in your mind or in my mind! It is all about how you perceive yourself in the world around you. What makes you feel great! What make other people feel great! What great idea do you have? What is really important to you, personally? And will you go...
Debby Peebles
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