by Neil Anderson
Where there is no guidance, the people fall, but in abundance of counselors there is victory
No one person has complete knowledge, and everyone has a limited perspective on the truth. 355 more words
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The seething earth, it opens up and spits us out.
This vicious child, nature never wanted us
This vicious child, a cancer burning black into its heart.
Lately I’ve been stewing on what it means, as a Christian, to repent from sin and actually be transformed by God into His image. I have a heck of a time casting off certain vices, but I’ve found condolence in reading The Visionary Christian, a collection of excerpts from the more fantastical writings of C.S. 1,070 more words