There is yet one man by whom we may inquire of the Lord, Micaiah the son of Imlah; but I hate him, for he never prophesies good concerning me, but always evil.” -King Ahab
A snare is a trap that stops progress It drains all hope and keeps the captive enslaved
Preacher: "Some of you are 'wonton!' You're like a 'whited sepulcher!' You may come to church on Sunday, bow your head and say your prayers Wednesday, but where are you 'wont to haunt' every other day?
(Written on a mangy piece of paper that on the flipside contained this alliteration, "The Preeminent Prince of Peace powerfully pursues His people providentially producing proper positional predestined pleasantness." Circa 2013) Lay down the ancient foundation, Jesus Christ the Elect. That precious Stone. Behold His glory! Rejected by the builders, laid bare, scorned, crushed. They
The flesh just won't go away; it feels so close when at bay. With a bubble and pop my flesh just hiccups and my heart guiltily throbs away.
Stop denying, the earth is dying Stop denying, trees are dying...
I sin with my soul almost more than any member, though Gnostics disagree I get displaced affections. Don't hide behind the lie like you don't empathize with my sinful condition when I can see it in your eyes we're in need of greater salvation. Like most Christians I'm afraid to reveal the hidden evils that I feel
On the last day when men are raised to stand before the Judge amazed Dead in sin but alive physically, what will their bodies be?
"You didn't expect to be here? Me neither!"
Based on an actual conversation.