Temporary place. A familiar part of the faith journey.
Each stop. Stirring mute awareness in the back of my mind. And the depths of my soul.
This is not for always. But only for a season.
No matter where we move. Set up house. And make a home.
Temporary place. A familiar part of the faith journey.
Each stop. Stirring mute awareness in the back of my mind. And the depths of my soul.
This is not for always. But only for a season.
No matter where we move. Set up house. And make a home.
Make obedience a burden. Something to dread. Avoid. That’s what the world tries to do.
In today’s idol listings, personal fulfillment and independence rise up. Insisting we not be tied down. Or restricted by God’s commands.
“Too many requirements,” the world says.
Rhythm and order. Discipline. With a pattern specifically laid out for God’s people in the Old Testament.
Daily. Weekly. Monthly. Annually.
With sacrifices. Sacred assemblies. Festivals.
Divinely-designed schedules. Reminding them to remember. And honor the Lord their God.
As a people set apart for His glory.