To be holy is to be like God Himself—different from the sinful parts of the world; sanctified, our body and soul cleansed from the ever-present defilement of sin. We are not completely, outwardly holy (in the daily, practical sense) the moment we come to Christ. God sees us as completely clean, but we still live in a world that influences us. We can fail to live up to our new birthright.
One hundred years ago today, on January 10, 1920, a young teenager lay dying after helping win the last battle of World War One.
He called himself Homer Tommie, the names of his two best friends, because he was too young to join the army with his real name.
He was fighting in Siberia, the forgotten part of WWI. In a heroic attempt to blow up a train, he was hit by a grenade, stabbed with a bayonet, and run over by the train. He had lost his leg and was bleeding to death in the snow.
What would happen if 65,000 college students gathered in protest? Wouldn’t it be a top news story? Well, 65,000 college students have gathered, and at least it is making the news! Here’s why they are meeting:
Are you devoted to things that will outlive you? Or, to put the words of Colossians 3:2 in the form of a question: Is your mind set on things that are above?
As I welcome Christmas morning here on Rocky Top, a dense fog has settled on the lake and is completely hiding its existence. It would be difficult at this moment for me to convince anyone that there is a beautiful lake behind my home. Yet I have seen the lake and experienced its beauty and wonder. I believe the lake is there, even though it can’t been seen this morning.
A savior, according to Merriam-Webster, is one that saves from danger or destruction, or one who brings salvation. To have a savior, one must be in need of being saved from peril and recognize their need for salvation.
At the Avant household, the rule has always been, “No Christmas music before Thanksgiving.” We broke that rule this year. With my surgery scheduled for December 2 and the outcome unknown, we decided we needed to worship. So on the way to celebrate Thanksgiving in South Carolina with my husband’s family, we cranked up the Christmas music.
Earth was born wrapped in the perfect peace of its Creator. Your best gift-wrapping skills have nothing on His. “Let there be light,” and there was a furious flame of unimaginable heat infusing vitality into everything yet to come, billions of perfect tiny balls of fire piercing the black, a giant mysterious orb illuminating night.
The decorating of the Christmas tree up on Rocky Top has always been a festive time … Christmas carols playing in the background, the smell of a freshly cut tree in the air, a crackling fire glowing in the fireplace, crab bites (a family favorite), and sparkling Welch’s.
I finally made it out of the house to do a little Christmas shopping. Let me just say, it is crazy out there right now: Traffic in town is hideous, checkout lines are long, inventory has been picked over, and clerks are frazzled. Worst of all, I saw many shoppers just being rude.