God Wrote A Blog

I’m new to this blogging thing. Evidently there is some blogging etiquette that I wasn’t aware of.

  1. For those reading a blog on their phone, they shouldn’t have to scroll more than a couple of times or they might get discouraged and not want to keep reading.
  2. Blogs should be of such a length that they can be read completely while in the check-out line.
  3. While watching TV, if your husband gets up to go to the bathroom the wife should be able to read the blog before he gets back.

He's In A Cult, (conclusion)

Last week I was speaking primarily to those of us in this so called Messianic/Hebraic Roots movement. This week I would like to speak to my Christian brothers and sisters that might be wondering what in the world has happened to us — are we in a cult? I’d like to propose a deductive line of thinking for a moment. A person explains to you that he believes:

He's In A Cult (pt.1)

I was saved in 1973 at the age of 19. At that time I was living anything but the kind of life that I should have been living. When I got saved the immediate change was manifestly evident. It made my parents very happy. My mom even told me she couldn’t believe I was her same son. But, as time went on their thinking started to change. As I started to read and live out the Bible, go to church three times a week and do Saturday soul-winning they started to get concerned. And after I went off to a Bible college down south they started wondering if I was in some sort of cult. I had to work pretty hard to convince them I wasn’t. But after time they realized that I wasn’t in a cult. I also think the arrival of Judy in my life had something to do with it too — Judy in a cult! I’m sure it never crossed my mom’s mind.

Whose Well Are You Dipping Into?

Both sets of my grandparents had cottages when I was growing up. Many wonderful years of memories remain with me to this day. One of the cottages operated with a deep well much like the house where we live now. Sometimes however, the pump for the well at the cottage wouldn’t work correctly. When that happened, we would draw water from the next door neighbor’s well. It was in the front yard and looked just like the typical well you picture in your mind. It had the bucket on the rope that we’d let down into the well.