Why abandon truth because it's out of favor? Hold on to truth long enough and, without a doubt, the world will turn and someone will see you've got it and ask if there's enough to share! You'll hand it out with joy, and there will be more and more to go around... Most of the darkness in this world is due to truth being out of favor. And folks being scared to death to stand up, hold up the light, and speak the truth about the Lord for fear they'll be out of favor too. So we betray the light for safty's sake. Hide the fire inside a clay pot. Prefer the darkness. The blindness. Because it's safer. You don't get noticed that way. The Light shines again when someone brave-- it only takes one –stands up and says, “Here it is! Here's the Truth!
Bodie ThoeneA woman is like tea. She will never know how strong she is until she is in hot water.
Bodie Thoene...you can take comfort that despair is the worst thing he can spring on you. Things can appear to grow worse, but if you conquer despair, no deeper pit remains to trap you.
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A fine way to die, it was. Tom Donovan would be a proud man if he were alive to see how he died.
Bodie ThoeneGod has not left man without the answers.
Bodie ThoeneBefore He called me forth from the grave, Jesus wept. His was not the loud, frantic keening of the women who mourned outside my tomb. His was a sigh and a groan and a single salty tear. It was, at first, almost imperceptible, even to those standing closest to Him.
But His sigh shook the universe, and the place where I was quaked. I stood in the midst of those who watched and waited for all things to be set right.
Jesus groaned, and the heads of angels and saints turned to look down upon the earth in wonder.
His tear trickled down his cheek, and a spring burst forth at my feet. Pure, clear water spilled from its banks and flowed down a mountainside, leaving a myriad of new stars, like flowers, blooming and rising in its wake.
I remember thinking, On a clear night, constellations above the earth reflect on the still surface of the sea. But here? Only one of Jesus’ tears contains a galaxy.
My eternal companions and I listened. We heard His voice echo from Bethany across the universe! He commanded, “Roll away the stone!”
We all waited in anticipation for the next word from His lips.
Then Jesus spoke my name: “Lazarus!”
Surely He could not mean me, I thought. But all the same, I whispered, “Here I am, Lord.”
Centuries have come and gone since His holy sob ripped me loose from timeless conversation with the ageless ones. Ten thousand, thousand scholars and saints have asked, “Why? What made the King of Heaven bow His head and cover His eyes and spill holy tears onto the earth? Why? Why did Jesus weep?
Being brave...is not always being unafraid. Maybe it's more like doing what you know is right even when you're too tired. Or scared. It's going on and doing it anyway...even when you think you can't take one more step.
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