I was absolutely horrified. It was dark, horribly dark, and I was in a strange place. There were lots of trees and stuff all around me and there were things in those trees making noises. Scary noises.
Do you know what there are none of in the gospels? Funerals. There not a single recorded incidence of Jesus going to a funeral and it not turning into a celebration.
How can you spot an effective, confident leader? Look for the one serving others.
Conquer death? That’s already been done.
All too often the reason doubt creeps in, the reason I begin to question the will and the calling of God for my life is because I have made myself, or my issues great and I have made Him less in my life.
The woman caught in adultery was being made a spectacle. What began as a “private” sin between two consenting adults had been turned into a public spectacle. All of a sudden everybody knew and was all up in her business. Every eye in the very crowded city was on her… And then Jesus bent down and began writing in the dust. Whatever it was that He wrote, the attention was taken off of the adulteress. On this day of disaster, in a moment of terror, with that one simple act Jesus provided a refuge. He moved the spotlight of conviction and turned it right around on her accusers.
I am a murderer. Not in a legal sense, no. I do not have to worry about any statute of limitations and have no need to try and bury any evidence to prevent experiencing an extended stay at my local penitentiary. Actually, I have much bigger things to worry about.