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    The Paradox of Perfection: Who Perfection is For (Pt. 3)

    48 Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect. Matthew 5:48 Alright, here’s that same verse again. As we read it, there is an implied “you” in this command, meaning the audience is “personal you.” YOU (*points virtual finger*) be therefore perfect, as your Father is. We are not meant to take this on alone. I’ll say that now before any of you become overwhelmed with this command that we have been discussing. “Be perfect,” is directed towards an audience that is more than an individual– far beyond the capacities of you or me. I say this to encourage y’all. To let you know up front, before I go deeper,…

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    The Paradox of Perfection: What Perfection Is (Pt.2)

    So now we have established what God does NOT expect from us, when it comes to the scripture in Matthew 5, but if God doesn’t expect flawlessness or completion or some other saying that is used to substitute “perfect,” then what DOES he command of us? Lemme put up that verse again, with a little context with it this time. 43 “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ 44 But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, 45 that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on…

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    The Paradox of Perfection: What Perfection is Not (Pt. 1)

    I have recently agreed to write a review on a book titled, “The Paradox of Perfection: How Embracing Our Imperfection Perfects Us,” by Jeffrey S. Reber and Steven P. Moody. Many of the concepts that I will write about in this post will be from this book, so I definitely recommend giving it a read!   https://paradoxofperfectionbook.com/ I entered the conference room, answers to the typical interview questions locked and loaded in my mind. I greeted the gentleman standing before me with a smile, firm handshake, and kind remark about his workplace. The interview went well, until the age-old question inevitably snuck up on me – what is a weakness of…

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    Rest for the Soul

    “If I were your enemy, I’d make everything seem urgent, as if it’s all yours to handle. I’d bog down your calendar with so many expectations you couldn’t tell the difference between what’s important and what’s not. Going and doing, guilty for ever saying no, trying to control it all, but just being controlled by it all instead… If I could keep you busy enough, you’d be too overwhelmed to even realize how much work you’re actually saving me.” -Priscilla Shirer, “Fervent: A Woman’s Battle Plan for Serious, Specific, and Strategic Prayer” Consider this. How many of your pressures, your obligations, your day-to-day tasks that must get done resemble slavery? Slaves…

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    Hoping in a Help That Never Came

    My sister and I were cruising along on the highway, not a care in the world, until we heard a disastrous sound from the back of the car. Later, on the shoulder of a road in the middle of small-town Illinois, we discovered the reason for the disturbing sound. A blown-out tire. My sister and I didn’t know what to do, at first. We were on our way to Missouri for a spring break getaway, still eight hours away from our destination, and this was the last thing we expected. Now we were stuck, on the side of the highway, unable to escape or continue on, in desperate need of…

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    Be Who You Are — Free

    Picture this: The scene is a musty old prison, and in one cell sit two inmates. They have committed different crimes but are still sentenced to the same punishment – the death penalty. There is no hope for someone to bail them out; instead, the captives sit in their warranted guilt. As they await the day that death will come, the torment of confinement eats away at them. Bereft of salvation, all that is left to linger is inevitable fear and psychological torment. The four peeled walls around the convicts are all they know. Incarceration is the new normal, hammered into their corrupt minds. One day, as the two inmates…

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    To Grow Again

    In reflecting on the past year, I have come to a realization. Man, oh, man. I was in a forest fire. Last year was the most difficult time I had ever had to endure. The year was complete with broken relationships, a death in the family, countless health issues, financial burdens, and traumatic experiences galore. All in all, the spiritual warfare was evident and tangible. I say all this not to evoke pity or sorrow from you, but to truly illustrate how the year, in a vague sense, was an inferno of trials. By giving a brief rundown of these things, I guess I am painting fire in a bad…

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    “He Won’t Give You More Than You Can Handle,” and Other Lies I Have Believed

    Acts 10:9 About noon the following day as they were on their journey and approaching the city, Peter went up on the roof to pray.   The struggle continues. The season in life that I find myself in is not a pleasant one. I have spent much of my time with God lamenting, mourning, or simply crying over the brokenness of this world and the fact that I must suffer through the effects of it. In all honesty, it seems like more than I can bear. The thing is, I had always convinced myself that God would never pile on more than I was capable of handling. In fact, other people…

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    Faking Until Breaking: The Beauty of a Broken Soul

      Recently, I suffered a loss. Yes, I suffered. My grandfather ultimately was the “victim” of death, per se, but death takes many more hostage if grief is not dealt with in a healthy manner. I was held captive by this trauma that so quickly seemed to plague my life. After sitting by my grandfather as he took his last breath, I was left feeling all sorts of emotions that I could not make sense of –selfishness, sadness, anger, confusion. My own mind seemed foreign, at times. Most of all, though, I felt the need to fake fine. There are many lies and preconceived falsehoods about emotional weakness. Some may…

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    A Fleeting Wreck

    I was just cruising down the highway, nearing closer to the exit that led to home. I sat back, relaxed in my silver sedan, as I began to merge into the right lane mindlessly, as I had done countless times before. It seemed that this lane-change would be no different from past times but, oh, how wrong I would be in a matter of seconds. Mid-merge, compromised in two adjacent lanes, my car coasted at a comfortable sixty miles-per-hour. And just like that, a truck appeared in my peripheral vision. It was inches away from me; most would say too close for comfort. I knew at that moment, it was…