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Articles In This Series:
- Paul
- Being and Calling
- The Gospel of God
- The Holy Scriptures
- A Long Waiting
- True Beyond Measure
- Gospel Borders
- A Power Not Our Own
- A Communion of Saints
- Rooted
- Trees Walking
- A Debtor
- Unashamed of the Gospel
- Righteousness Comes from God
- Comes the Mystery
- A Stirring of Wonder
- A Deepening Dark
- Life His Love Has Made
- Learning Him – Living Him
- Love’s Resonance
- A Story Without Corners
- Sometimes We Breathe Unheeding
- Things Are as They Are
- That Day
- That Unblinking Eye
- Beware the Leaven
- The Oracles of God
- The Faithfulness of God
- Our Redeemer Lives!
- Under Sin
- That Every Mouth May be Stopped
- But Now …
- In Christ Alone
- Glorious Grace
- The Mercy Seat
- Perspective
- Through Faith
- No Boasting
- No Distinctions
- The Stranger
- Famine
- Abundance
- Living for the Long Haul
- Count the Stars
- A One-Sided Covenant
- The Offspring of Human Initiative
- Keeping Covenant
- Rumors of Angels
- Pure Gift
- The Accounting
- True Faith
- Being Justified … We Have …
- The Press
- Love Beyond Degree
- Reasoning From Faith
- Through One Man
- A New Life and a New Land
- Learning to Love on Our Knees
- Made to Grow Together
- The Vine Life
- The Power of Obedience
- Living Into Being
- Sin Can’t Tell You How to Live
July 6, 2008
Taken From: Romans 1:16-23
Illustration by Grace Ellen Schiel
Under his wrath I stand
on common ground, breathe an
ill wind. I get my daily bread
in sweat as I move from one
moment into the next, into the next.
on common ground, breathe an
ill wind. I get my daily bread
in sweat as I move from one
moment into the next, into the next.
Knowing that God is and that
he is powerful, the creator, I
suppress the truth. My fears keep
pace with me as I express my philosophy
rather than believe what is revealed.
Hopeless, passions gather in the brim
of my dark soul; the darkness like death.
Then a light shines in me, a stirring
of wonder makes me catch my
breath. I feel the deep pull of it.
The pulse of it thunders through me,
lights a candle in my heart; awe
takes my breath. It’s as if the room
within is aflame with the knowledge of
his glory. Humbled, I look into his face.
DAS
