It’s Not About You; It’s All About God

Which is the more important, the gift or the altar which makes the gift holy?

Matthew 23:19 (GNT)

Clean what is inside the cup first, and then the outside will be clean too!

Matthew 23:26

Your life, if you are a follower of Jesus, is your gift of thanks to God. Jesus is the ‘altar’ which makes our gifts holy. However noble or good your life may be, it is not good or noble on its own merit. Christ alone makes your life a gift, makes it holy, by grace.

Live small. Say ‘yes’.

Reblog: Clean Clothes On A Sweaty Body


A very good metaphor. I think legalism is us trying to put the ‘right’ clothes on. The intent is good, laudable even, but it doesn’t change the inside. It can’t change the inside; this is only done by grace, and it doesn’t happen overnight. It takes time to bear good fruit.


‘Any branch in Me that does not bear fruit [that stops bearing] He cuts away (trims off, takes away); and He cleanses and repeatedly prunes every branch that continues to bear fruit, to make it bear more and richer and more excellent fruit… Dwell in Me, and I will dwell in you. [Live in Me, and I will live in you.] Just as no branch can bear fruit of itself without abiding in (being vitally united to) the vine, neither can you bear fruit unless you abide in Me… If you live in Me [abide vitally united to Me] and My words remain in you and continue to live in your hearts, ask whatever you will, and it shall be done for you.’ 

Excerpts from John 15:2-7 (Amplified)

Tim's Blog - Just One Train Wreck After Another

A year ago we helped our daughter move into a new apartment. It was hotter and more humid than usual for the San Diego coast, but We couldn’t wait for better weather since her last year of university was about to start. Besides, this apartment was an answer to prayer.

A much newer place than our daughter's furniture was in (Wikipedia) A much nicer place than our daughter’s furniture was in

First thing we did was pick up the moving van from the rental place, then straight to the storage unit where her things had been kept while she was in South Africa. Her unit was inside a two story warehouse, upstairs and down a long hallway lined with plywood walls and padlocked doors, and no ventilation.

Our first trip to the unit (and there would be several as we loaded up the moving van and our mini van with her and her roommate’s beds, desks…

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