Ziklag F5.24 - Don't Trust

Jesus loves authority, the key to a good offense, and even though it looks damned bleak...

SOS Discipline - Daily Proverb and Red Letter Reader

Don’t trust people who steal stuff. cf Pr. 29:24

Jesus loves authority. cf Mt. 8:7

Organize disorder and challenge cowardice, for weakness is a disposition. cf Sun Tzu 5.19

From Today’s Stack

from Talk Them Into It 2.0

The Christian knows we enter every conversation with an unbeliever at a disadvantage. He may lie, and we may not.

How then to both protect ourselves from duping, as well as fulfill our duty to announce that the end of the ages has come upon us in meaningful and personal one-to-one ways?

It’s as simple as shutting up and taking one or two mental notes.

People assume that silence in a conversation means lack of influence. But it is not the length of a speech that matters, only its impact.

There are many values that learning to wield silence with patience and self-control produce. But the one pertinent here is that it is an act of assertiveness. This tactical delay is not a defensive maneuver. It is the key to a good offense. Listening carefully is the beginning of the Christian’s all-out assault.

From the Archive

from Without Flesh

Yes. It looks damned bleak. There is something terribly diabolical at work.

Down to a skeleton crew, with no rudder or mast to be seen, and the few remaining officers frantically drilling holes in the hull while cackling, “The answer! At last! The answer!” one has to wonder how long until they set to work bailing water into the boat. The shoals loom deadly close. Leviathan waits in the depths with open maw.

Allow me to suggest that even such impending doom is not nearly so bad as it might seem, especially when you've got Christianity on your side. And all the lukewarm spiritual attention, all the shrinking congregations, all the collapsing moralities and apostatizing children, are not unique.

Allow me to insist that our times are nothing new.

For the vast bulk of history, times like our own have been the tragic consistency. There is only one new wind that is blowing among us, and that is the wind of believing that we’re so very different from everything which came before.