There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy habitation of the Most High. God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns. The nations rage, the kingdoms totter; he utters his voice, the earth melts. The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress.
No. I have no power to save myself, for sin has corrupted my conscience, confused my mind, and captured my will. Only God can save me.
I wrote this post about 5 years ago, marked it private to review and edit. And, obviously, I never published it. It represents an appeal to reason and conscience rather than to scripture or some other ancient teaching.
The image of the cross immediately brings to mind that sacrifice. That symbol has been imbued with a power beyond mere words. Likewise the bread and wine of communion have been imbued with power. Jesus said we must eat his flesh and drink his blood.
A time to mourn
Some pained reflections on Ireland
The Problem Is Enmity, Not Ethnicity http://justthinking.me/2018/04/16/the-problem-is-enmity-not-ethnicity/ — Read on justthinking.me/2018/04/16/the-problem-is-enmity-not-ethnicity/
Almighty God, you alone can bring into order