With the National Day of Prayer coming up, we’re all looking forward to spending some concentrated time interceding for our country. But there’s something we need to do before we participate in that event: spend time in God’s Word.
I will never forget the first time I was asked to play Jesus. The film was The Gospel of Matthew, a Word-for-Word dramatization in the NIV. The director (South African, Regardt van den Bergh) was looking for a “more real, down-to-earth looking Jesus” as opposed to the traditional statuesque figure. He was looking for an actor who was born again.
Regardless of where you stand politically on this issue, there are registered, vetted and documented refugees currently living in the United States, in your cities, and in your neighborhoods. Before He left, Jesus told us to make disciples of all nations. The nations have come to us. They are literally our neighbors.
“I urge, then, first of all, that petitions, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for all people— for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness.” – 1 Timothy 2:1,2
God’s love, as expressed in Christ, is generous, sacrificial, costly, unconditional, and unrestricted.
“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.” —Matthew 7:7 It was two years ago that the Lord first stirred my heart to love people who experience homelessness. It was summer and I was volunteering at Eagle Fern Camp as a participant in their Training Christian Leaders program. This entailed three weeks dedicated to service: cleaning toilets and shower houses, doing dishes, serving meals, and doing …
Standing on a narrow street in Cuba’s second largest city, my cameraman, our translator and I are shielded from the wicked, late morning sun by a row of colorful, weather-beaten buildings that look like something straight out of the 1950s. Even though this is December, it’s close to 90 degrees and the humidity has to be approaching 100 percent. My shirt is soaked through with perspiration and I can feel the sweat running down my neck and back. But the pastor I’m talking with doesn’t seem to mind or even notice the heat. He has come to Santiago from a small, rural church about three hours away and is excitedly telling me about his nation, his people, and their hunger for God’s Word.