Your Glance & Your Gaze

Jeff KINGDOM, Psychology 2 Comments

For my entire lifetime, I have been hearing about air pollution. Growing up in suburban Atlanta, we really did not have any major issues with smog but, in sixth grade, I did a report on what we called then “acid rain”. It resulted in me having a slight phobia about the potential to turn into a puddle of goo anytime …

What To Think…What To Do

Jeff peace, Psychology, Relationships

What do you do when a decision is being required of you and there is no clear guidance from the Scriptures?  All of us face situations – usually daily ones – that don’t require writing in the sky from God.  Yet, as His children, all of us want our pathway to be honorable unto the Lord.  Many times we are …

The Lies Told To You

Jeff FAITH, Psychology, Spiritual Warfare

The voice you listen most often too determines your direction.  The direction you walk in most frequently determines your destination.  The destination at which you arrive becomes your life.  So let’s walk this backward for a minute and finish where I just began: what voice do you listen to the most? Most of us recognize that we have an inner …

Who Speaks To You First?

Jeff Guest Posts, Psychology

I am heading to Greenville with Amy for a meeting today and could use some prayer for clarity about something we have been laying before the Lord in prayer.  It has nothing to do with ministry opportunities or anything like that – we are simply going there as two Christians seeking guidance in areas where we sense God working to …

Confessions Of A Recovering Doom Merchant

Jeff Humor, Psychology

If you frequent this blog regularly you won’t be surprised when I tell you that I’m drafting a petition to change the name of Monday to Moanday.  It’s a better fit, a more accurate portrayal of how many of us feel when the weekend disappears like a vapor trail and the workweek grind finds us again.  Moandays are so unspectacular …

Finding Truth In The Bog Of Religious Error

Jeff FAITH, Legalism, peace, Psychology

Somewhere, deep inside of me, all I really wanted to know is if anything was really true.  I was in my early twenties and had lived in such a skeptical, pessimistic reality that I had arrived at a place where I could have said in harmony with Pontius Pilate, “Truth? What is truth?” By that time in my life I …