David Platt

January 19, 2020

So what is the difference between someone who willfully indulges in sexual pleasures while ignoring the Bible on moral purity and someone who willfully indulges in the selfish pursuit of more and more material possessions while ignoring the Bible on caring for the poor? The difference is that one involves a social taboo in the church and the other involves the social norm in the church.

Lee Strobel

January 14, 2020

Jesus’ decree to love and pray for our opponents is regarded as one of the most breathtaking and gut-wrenching challenges of his entire Sermon on the Mount, a speech renowned for its outrageous claims. There was no record of any other spiritual leader ever having articulated such a clear-cut, unambiguous command for people to express compassion to those who are actively working against their best interests.

James I (J. I.) Packer

January 4, 2020

I am graven on the palms of His hands. I am never out of His mind. All my knowledge of Him depends on His sustained initiative in knowing me. I know Him, because He first knew me, and continues to know me. He knows me as a friend, One who loves me; and there is no moment when His eye is off me, or His attention distracted for me, and no moment, therefore, when His care falters.

Christine Caine

December 17, 2019

Jesus saw people and felt their pain, loneliness, misery, hopelessness and desperation — even when it was hidden in plain sight from everyone else. The Greek verb translated “had compassion” or “moved with compassion” in the Gospels is the word splagchnizomai. It means to be deeply moved in the inward parts. Today, we might say it means to be so moved we feel it in our core, deep within ourselves — in our gut. But to feel compassion is not only to encounter an emotion, it’s to be moved to action.

Mother Teresa

When I was hungry, you gave me food to eat.
When I was thirsty, you gave me your cup to drink.
Whatsoever you do to the least of these of my children, that you do unto me.
Now enter the house of my Father.
When I was homeless, you opened your doors.
When I was naked, you gave me your coat.
When I was weary, you helped me find rest.
When I was anxious, you calmed my fears.
When I was little, you taught me to read.
When I was lonely, you gave me your love.
When I was in prison, you came to my cell.
When on a sick bed, you cared for my needs.
In a strange country, you made me at home.
Seeking employment, you found me a job.
Hurt in a battle, you bound up my wounds.
Searching for kindness, you held out your hand.
When I was a Negro or Chinese or White,
Mocked and insulted you carried my cross.
When I was aged, you bothered to smile.
When I was restless, you listened and cared.
You saw me covered with spittle and blood,
You knew my features, though grimy with sweat.
When I was laughed at, you stood by my side.
When I was happy, you shared in my joy.

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Cyndi Millett

Sometimes, we are so ashamed of ourselves that we automatically feel like Jesus is too. But he’s not. He knew you’d struggle, he knew you’d make some wrong decisions, he knew you’d go through some rough phases, but he still chose the cross. Don’t run from him. Run to him.

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