"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
That’s where our problems lies, ladies and gentleman. We are a generation of busy Christians, Christians much too hurried to have time for the Bible. We assume Sunday is enough, flipping rapidly through whatever verse the preacher reads out loud, forgetting that the man on the pulpit is also just a man.
“My faith is everything to me... It's really like, ‘Oh no, this is real to me. I have experienced the presence of God and I know that this is my own faith.’”
Culture says they’re simply words. They aren’t that bad and using profanity doesn’t mean we’re wicked; we're simply using slang. Or words to get a point across. Or to add to the humor to a joke. But is this true? And what does it matter to us as believers?
Now, one thing that’s really important to note as you read these verses. You probably won’t FEEL any different... but as you read these, thank God that they're true, regardless of what you feel.
"Are you a Mary? Maybe you’re a Martha. Perhaps you’re a mix of both. Whichever gifting emerges to the forefront in your life, the important thing to remember is this. Jesus loved both sisters!"
