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The Power of Rejection: A Bright Opportunity
"I feel like a total failure", said my friend Kim. Her slumped shoulders and downcast eyes only confirmed that her words were something she believed from her heart. Kim attended our neighborhood Bible Study. We were studying John...a great book for curious neighbors who were too hesitant to step inside a church. She decided to invite everyone on her cul-de-sac and at her bus stop, even going so far as to create invitations and knock on doors. However, upon me asking how it was going, it...
How to Love Your British Neighbour
Friends, we have a very special opportunity to help a church in England love their neighbors (or their neighbours... as they weirdly spell it!). There are 15 women interested in learning "How to Love Your Neighbor Without Being Weird" together. However, neither the church nor the women can afford to purchase the books and have them shipped to Honiton, the 'gateway' to Devon and Cornwall, on the main road and rail route to London and Exeter. Here's how you can love your British neighbors: for...
Week 4: Hang Out
Jesus did it. He left heaven to hang out with us, to be God With Us. And we can do it, too. This challenge can be as fun as it is intimidating. Once you've made the commitment, be prepared for the blessing! Pinkie promise: loving your neighbor doesn't have to be WEIRD! Discuss the Next Best Steps from the end of Chapter 4 on page 19 of your Small Group Guide. Here's how Amy and Sara hang out with their neighbors!
Practicing My Martyr Speech
Riding my bike this morning and listening to K-LOVE, the Newsboys had me feeling a little "Guilty" - "Even if it gets me convicted, I’ll still be on my knees with my hands lifted..." We've all seen the terrifying images of Christians around the world being killed because of their faith. If a hooded man put a machete to my neck or a gun to my head, what would I do? What would I say? I don't live in a state of fear, but I do want to live in a state of readiness. There in the middle of the...
Pillar Of Fire
I think, sometimes, I use God like a flashlight. The flashlights in my house are always there...somewhere...bringing a measure of comfort when I happen to think about them. In fact, I don't normally think about my flashlights on a daily basis. No, it's not until the electricity shuts off in a storm...always at night, somehow...and my husband and I suddenly run around, looking for those darned flashlights. Similarly, in urgent and confusing moments, we reach out in fear, grasping for God. But,...
