The cross.
Reserved for the god-forsaken.
Destination of lawless ones. Convicted of stirring up insurrection. And strategizing destruction.
Those rehearsing murder or thievery as a way of life deserve this end.
So they say.
The cross.
Reserved for the god-forsaken.
Destination of lawless ones. Convicted of stirring up insurrection. And strategizing destruction.
Those rehearsing murder or thievery as a way of life deserve this end.
So they say.
He’s looking for devoted followers. Wholehearted. Wholly His.
Abiding day by day in the Vine.
To fight the good fight. And finish the race.
I watch this in brothers and sisters on the other side of the world. Their nation invaded. Future uncertain.
Yet they remain. Steadfast. Singing songs of faith.
Runaway prophet. Jonah.
Flees something more than a hard assignment. And this catches my eye.
After the storm at sea. After the big fish swallows him whole. After his vow to obey this time.
Even after he proclaims God’s message. To the great city of Nineveh.
He’s still running. From the heart of the One who comes to seek and to save the lost.