Spirit produced anger

1 Samuel 11:6: “When Saul heard their words, the Spirit of God came upon him in power, and he burned with anger.” Interesting, don’t you think? One of the results of the Spirit of God coming upon Saul was that he became very angry. There are obviously very many times when our anger proves that we are not walking in the Spirit, but I wonder if there might be times when our failure to become angry proves the same thing? Charles Spurgeon once wrote, “It is possible to be angry, and yet sin not, and it is possible to hate, … Continue reading Spirit produced anger

The most orphan caring people on the planet…

Dan Cruver: Scripture commands all Christians to love, forgive and welcome others, but it does not command all Christians to adopt. As a matter of fact, it doesn’t even require that some Christians adopt. What we can say with absolutely certainty, though, is that God the Father does expect those whom He adopts to visit orphans in their affliction (James 1:27, “Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans…”). My point is simply this: the Love that adopted us becomes a love in us that cares for orphans. As Christians, we should be … Continue reading The most orphan caring people on the planet…

Sometimes the right way is the wrong way

“In comparison with the strategies employed by many ministries today, we could say Francis Schaeffer did everything wrong. He shunned the celebrity circuit, and was willing to minister on the other side of the ocean in an obscure village that no one had ever heard of. While many Christian leaders are obsessed with getting publicity, visibility and name recognition in order to raise money, Schaeffer was willing to start a small ministry completely invisible to the public, hidden away in the Swiss Alps. When he wrote about dying to our natural ambitions, he was not merely parroting a theological doctrine, … Continue reading Sometimes the right way is the wrong way

It was me…

“There was a day, as I took my walks abroad, when I came hard by a spot forever engraven upon my memory, for there I saw this friend, my best, my only Friend…. MURDERED. I stooped down in sad affright, and looked at Him. I saw that His hands had been pierced with rough iron nails, and His feet had been rent in the same way. There was misery in His dead countenance so terrible that I scarcely dared to look upon it. His body was emaciated with hunger, His back was red with bloody scourges, and His brow had … Continue reading It was me…