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To Read This Week: Accidential Christians, Tender College Students, and Unanswered Intellectual Questions

“The Limits of Accidental Christianity” by J. Warner Wallace at coldcasechristianity.com. – Jim Wallace explains that happening to believe in Christianity without knowing it true is not the way to go.  152 more words

Apologetics

Stepping Ahead with Faith

Step ahead into the future
To build a better nation
Step ahead with faith
With no hesitation

The lack of faith
Gets one off track… 86 more words

Poems

Mark Shields reblogged this on This Day With God and commented:

The thought for me in Reading Genesis 12 is to just be yourself. We shouldn't try to be someone we are not. Instead, believe in yourself. Feel comfortable in your own skin. Deceiving ourselves or others never gets us anywhere. This day with God, let us trust in Him and we will be blessed. This poem was inspired with these thoughts in mind. Have a great weekend my friends!

Stepping Ahead with Faith

Step ahead into the future
To build a better nation
Step ahead with faith
With no hesitation

The lack of faith
Gets one off track… 86 more words

Poems

Find the beauty within.

Lately, I’ve been feeling lost and confused in this space of not knowing what to do next.

There is a deep ache and a pressure coupled with an unnerving restlessness. 545 more words

Let My Voice Be Heard

In 2002 I downloaded mp3s without listening to them and burned a Disturbed CD. In the end 7 of the tracks were Remember.

For the last few days I’ve been going quietly nuts. I’ve had something on my mind, which has been twisting and turning like intricate intertwining mobius strips trying to come up with one simple word. 878 more words

Stream Of Consciousness

Blessed Are Those Who Have Not Seen and Yet Believe

A couple Sundays ago, I went to church alone. As much as I love the experience and fellowship of going to church with my friends, I also love going to church solo. 1,046 more words

Doubts

by Samar Gariballah

I’m at a point that I’ve been dreading
Yet anticipating so desperately,
The point at which the last seven months
Don’t mean anything to me, 76 more words

Poetry