Life Resurrected. Check out this amazing book for only $.99


I want to let you know about an awesome book promo starting tomorrow.

For two days, 4/11 and 4/12, Life Resurrected: Extraordinary Miracles Through Ordinary People will be on sale for only $.99. This was written by my friend and fellow blogger/author, Jesse Birkey.

What can I say other than this book is amazing! Full of testimonies that will encourage you to step out in faith and trust God will use you for His glory. We aren’t on this earth to say a quick prayer and wait for a bus ride into Heaven. We are here to manifest the image of God. We are here to love people.

I finished this book in just three sittings. Jesse has a very clear writing style that instantly grabs you by the shirt and pulls you into the book. He talks about his journey and transformation as God delivered him from a life of bondage and slavery. He is very transparent as he openly discusses things from his life that could easily be left private.

It’s all to show the amazing love and power God has poured over him throughout the years. I won’t go into any of the testimonies. I’ll leave those for you to discover. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.

Click HERE to purchase the book.

Click HERE to visit Jesse’s website.

About Jess and his wife, Kara:

Jesse and Kara Birkey live with their two children, Rylie and Kailyn in Tampa Bay, Florida.

Jesse grew up in a Christian home. His father was a Mennonite Pastor and Mother a nurse. He grew up with the knowledge of God but denied the power of God to change his life. This led to a desperate search for worth, which brought hardship as he embraced the comforts of the world. He completed college at Hesston Mennonite with an associate’s degree in business. At 21 Jesse had been hired as a firefighter/paramedic, married Kara and bought their first house together. A year later their son was born followed by their daughter two years after that. Jesse was 26 when the power of God’s love finally broke through his hard heart. Everything in his life began to change as he pursued God with passion and zeal. God began to direct Jesse through seasons of spiritual change, bringing encouragement and correction as He sought to mature him in the things of His heart. Jesse began to recognize that God wanted to be a part of his work life and began to see miracles as he ministered the love of God in the back of his ambulance ranging from the dead raised to self hate being destroyed as the perfect love of God washed through. God began to show him that God wants to use ordinary people in extraordinary ways. It was Jesse’s passion for others to know this, and the testimonies God had built in and through him, that led him to write Life Resurrected, Extraordinary Miracles through Ordinary People. Jesse’s passion is to be like Jesus and continues to minister as led daily.

Kara also grew up in a Christian home. Like Jesse, she had knowledge of God but failed to let His love transform her heart. She sought that love from the world, which led to heartache and struggles. Her primary passion in life was to get married and raise a family. She married Jesse when she was 19 and three years later had two young children. She saw a lack of Jesus in their home but didn’t know how to fix it. She prayed that Jesse would rise up and be the spiritual leader of the house. She got far more than she was expecting as Jesse suddenly began pursuing God into areas (spiritual gifts) that made her uncomfortable. As Jesse pursued God, she stayed where she was comfortable but still disconnected from God’s heart. Her continual search for value and worth culminated in tragedy when she had an affair. Her life was falling apart. 6 months later she confessed and watched as the rest of her life teetered on the edge of a cliff. She would later say that she didn’t understand the depth of God’s love and grace until she heard Jesse say through tears and intense traumatic pain, “I forgive you”. The love of God broke into her heart that night and over the months that followed He showed her how to let Him love her, how to forgive herself and how to love Jesse. As God healed and transformed their hearts their marriage was miraculously made completely new. The testimony of their trauma and healing is in a book they wrote together called Marriage, What’s the Point? One couple finds meaning in a crazy mess. Today her passion is to be like Jesus and continues to minister as led daily.

Help support my dream


Ever since high school, my passion has been writing. I started with poetry and song lyrics. I then discovered that I loved writing fiction. Now I blog on a consistent basis and publish short novellas on Amazon. I work full time as an Account Management Specialist with a kidney dialysis company. It’s sometimes very hard to find the time to write.

My main passion is to write blog posts and stories that point people to Christ. If you’ve followed my blog for any period of time, you know how much I love people. I believe we are on this planet to love. It’s the reason we’re alive. I am able to do that through my writing.

To write full time has long been a dream of mine. You could help make that dream a reality. By supporting me on a monthly basis, you will be reaching out to millions of people across the globe. The Great Commission says for us to go into all the world. Since I can’t physically accomplish that right now, my writing is the tool I use to reach the lost.

There are so many people who just need hope. The Bible says we have Christ in us, the hope of glory. Let’s share that hope with the entire planet.

I want to continue publishing novellas on Amazon. I want to continue blogging meaningful articles and post that encourage people to pursue Jesus with every fiber of their being. You can help me do that.

I write about faith, fiction, the lost, parenting, and other topics that I care deeply about. I write honestly and give examples from my own life and experiences.

Here is where you come in. Visit my page on Patreon by clicking HERE

I want to thank anyone in advance who decides to pledge an amount per month. It would mean more than you will ever know. Rest assured, all pledges will go directly toward supporting my writing career. God bless.

Pre-order my new book, I Believe


I Believe is now available for pre-order. The release date is April 14th, but you can order your copy now. When it goes live for sale, it will automatically download to your reading device.

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Here is a sample from I Believe.

 

Remember Me

It’s nearly time to pay for all of my sins.

I have to be completely honest. I don’t want to die. I’m sure anyone can understand those feelings. Even though you might judge me for all the wrong I’ve done, I hope you can see me as just another man. A son. A brother. A loved one. Someone who has messed up in life, but not a horrible person.

I don’t want to be remembered for my failures, but rather as a man who took responsibility for his crimes. I am a thief. Of that fact, there is no doubt. Everyone knows it. I guess most will remember me for that reason alone. And I can’t say that I would blame them.

If there were a way I could atone for everything I’ve done, I would most certainly make every effort. Unfortunately for me, the list of my wrongdoings is far too long. The judge has decided that I will no longer be held prisoner.

It’s been decided that I will be put to death along with two other men. Other criminals.

There is nothing more I can do but accept my fate. I have been a prisoner for quite some time. At least, in one way, death will be freedom. It’s not exactly how I imagined my release, but it’s a release nonetheless. I’m tired of staring at bars where rays of the sun barely peek through each morning. Where guards toss unrecognizable food carelessly into my cell. I can’t remember the last time I ate something that wasn’t picked up off the floor.

I’ve had plenty of time to sit in silence and contemplate what death might be like. I’m not entirely sure what I believe. From time to time, men would come and speak to us about God. They would tell stories of Heaven and Hell, good and evil. We were shown the error of our ways and the eternal punishment that would follow this life. Just a couple of days ago, they spoke of the Messiah, Who had finally come. The one prophesied about in the ancient scriptures.

That would explain the feeling of chaos that filled our city walls. We heard stories of miracles, healing, and about a rebel who didn’t follow our religious leaders. He spoke of Heavenly things, but not in a similar fashion as everyone was accustomed to hearing. It was reported that He claimed to be the Son of God.

That, in itself, was blasphemy. A crime punishable by death. We had only one king, and everyone knew the consequences of not bowing at his feet. The Romans were known throughout the land as being ruthless when it came to enforcing people’s obedience. There was nothing they deemed off limits in their methods of torture and ways to make people suffer for doing wrong.

They were going to crucify me. Crucifixions were common in our day and age. It was the Romans preferred method of dealing out punishment. I had never witnessed one myself, but the stories I heard were enough for me to get a clear picture of the process. Such a painful way to die. The unsettling fact was that most people didn’t die right away. It could take hours or even days.

I didn’t want to suffer. Since childhood, I had considered various ways I might die, and none of them were favorable. My biggest fear was drowning. I would never have been a good fisherman. I had several friends who had met death at the hands of an angry sea. Some of their bodies had never been found.

Being crucified had never occurred to me. The Romans would either tie or nail me to a cross. The rusty nails would hurt more, but in the end, it wouldn’t matter which method was used. My fate was sealed either way.

I awoke that morning with a heavy heart. It’s a strange thing to realize I wouldn’t live to see tomorrow. It wasn’t long before the guards came and pulled me from the cell. It was time to march up to the mountain where they would carry out our sentence. They pushed me toward the massive crowd that had gathered in the temple courtyard. I had no idea what was happening, but many people were shouting.

The guard pulled me to the front, past the throng of people, and shoved me to my knees. I wasn’t sure if I was just a spectator or would soon be an equal participant in the punishment. A man was chained to the whipping post, and the soldiers argued about who would take the first turn. They had completely stripped away his clothing and dignity. I could see bruising on his face blood dripping from cracked lips.

He didn’t utter a sound. Not even one word in protest.

 

To be continued…

Time of Need


I’ve been working hard on my second collection of first-person Bible stories entitled, I Believe. Starting Monday, I am probably going to post just one article per week until I get this project finished. I really want to buckle down and have this available for sale within the next couple of months. One very cool note is that I was able to get an amazing blogger/author/pastor to write the foreword for me. I’ll post more details later.

I wanted to give you another sample from this new collection.

 

Time of Need

Every day of my life is filled with pain, torment, and a quickly fading sense of hope.

Sometimes, I don’t even try. There are so many here who are desperate for healing. I see mothers, holding small children in their arms, pleading for someone, anyone, to help them. I watch as husbands fight with reckless abandon for just a chance to have their wives healed, but that chance never arrives, and their efforts are in vain. Countless numbers of blind people wander around, hoping, praying they will one day regain their sight. It’s so sad.

On my worst days, I wonder if there was something I did to inflict this condition upon myself. I am unable to walk. I’ve been crippled for almost forty years. What was so horrible that I might have done to deserve such punishment? I fall into a darkened pit of self-pity, looking for anyone to blame for my situation. Then I stop myself and look at the obvious.

If God was the cause of my affliction, why would He send an angel to stir the pool so the sick could be healed? When the waters are aggravated, the first one to step in is instantly cured of their illness. That doesn’t sound like an angry or hateful God to me. It sounds like a God who wants to take care of the people He created. It sounds like a God of love and compassion.

Over the years, I’ve watched as blind people stepped out of the churning waters and saw their loved ones for the first time. Some had children, and they were overcome with joy as if their son or daughter had just been born into the world. All they could do was stare in wonder and amazement. Then they would all cry and laugh together in celebration of a miracle.

I’ve witnessed lepers hesitantly step out of the pool as if they couldn’t believe what had happened. Having for so long been shunned and abandoned as the outcasts of society, I’ve watched them break down in tears as they experienced the warmth of a hug again. The touch of another human being. Smiles from those walking by instead of fearful and hesitant glances.

And then there have been others, like me, who were unable to walk. They were eased into the moving water by those anxious to see a miracle, but stepped out under their power. I know it’s wrong and selfish, but I always wish it were me instead. I’ve tried so many times to make it into the water. I get so close, but then someone steps in front of me and becomes healed right before my eyes. I’ve dealt with so much bitterness, but I’ve started to realize I may never walk again. Maybe I should just accept the situation, and quit fighting it.

Where would I go? I have no close family. I don’t have any friends. No one wants to hang around a person if they can’t walk. It only slows them down when they want to do something. I discovered early on that certain people don’t want anything to do with you if you have nothing to offer. It’s sad because most people don’t even take the time to get to know me. Outward appearances shouldn’t matter, but, unfortunately, they do. They see a cripple, someone with a serious need, and that becomes awkward. To engage in conversation might require more than just a casual hello.

To be continued…

 

I Believe – cover reveal and sample


Lat year, I published a collection of ten, first-person Bible stories entitled, I Was There. At the time, I really had no intention of writing another one. Well, I had such a great response from the first collection, that I decided to publish a second.

This one is entitled, I Believe. My Mom has done another amazing job of creating a cover for me, and I wanted to share that with you today. Also, I’ve included a small sample from the new collection. I still have some editing and rewriting to work on, but I hope to have this one available for sale in the next month or so.

 

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I’ve never witnessed the sky grow so dark since that awful day. Pillows of blackened clouds pooled together like a thick blanket, nearly cutting off the brilliant light of the morning sun. Heaviness descended like a shroud, causing the air to feel burdened with despair. I was only passing through, but it would be a day that would forever change my life. Even now, the memories invoke hot tears that slowly trickle down my face. I will never forget the look inside those eyes.

It was early. The morning was alive with the chatter of distant birds, and a breeze that carried the hope of safe travel on its breath. My boys were tired and not at all enthusiastic about our last day of the journey home. I woke them up and allowed the last portions of our food to be consumed. I would eat once we entered our home. As the father, it was my responsibility to make sure my children did not go hungry. I ignored the growls within my stomach and packed our sleeping mats.

Since we had no money, we stayed just outside the city gates of Jerusalem, where many others had also set up camp. My plan was to make our way through the city and continue on toward home. I smiled. The thought of returning home always made me happy. I could almost smell whatever my wife would prepare to celebrate our safe journey. No one in all the land could cook like her. As I gazed at my boys preparing to leave, and thought about the woman who had chosen to spend her life with me, I knew how fortunate of a man I was.

As we entered the city, I realized it was going to take much longer to pass through than I had originally anticipated. Crowds of people were gathered outside the main courtyard. Roman soldiers rushed by with determined looks on their faces. They tried to push the crowd back, but the people pressed in even harder. They waved their fists and shouted at the soldiers. I couldn’t tell what they were saying, but they appeared very distressed. If we didn’t find another way around, I knew our route would become blocked by the throngs of angry protesters.

I motioned for my boys to follow, and we headed for higher ground. We ducked into an alley and walked quickly toward the other end. I could see people standing there as well, but I hoped the crowd wasn’t as large as the one below. We walked out of the alley and stopped. People lined both sides of the path. Some held rocks in their hands. Others carried sticks. There were men, women, and children standing there, looking in the same direction. I stepped around a small group and tried to see what it was that held everyone’s attention.

I could make out some commotion toward the bottom of the hill, but the surrounding cloud of dust made it impossible to see clearly.

My youngest pulled at my cloak. “Dad? What is it? What do you see?”

“I don’t know, Son.” We hurried across the dirt path to the other side where I thought maybe I would have a better view. I still wasn’t able to see very well.

I glanced over at an elderly woman standing next to me. I smiled, but she didn’t return it. There was a glazed look in her eyes that made me uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure why. “What’s happening?”

At first, I thought she was going to ignore me, and not even answer my question. She looked down the hill and then back at me. “You don’t know?”

I shook my head. “No. My sons and I are just passing through Jerusalem. We aren’t from this place.”

She glanced at the rocks in her hand. “They are going to crucify him.”

The Romans were known for their brutality and lack of compassion for any person unlucky enough to become their prisoner. I had never witnessed anyone being crucified, but had heard stories. Whomever this man was she spoke of must be a human of the worst kind to deserve a crucifixion. Those were normally saved for the most heinous of criminals.

“What has he done to deserve such a punishment?” I asked.

“He has defied Caesar by calling himself a king. He also proclaimed to the people that he is the son of God.”

I frowned. That was indeed blasphemy. “What is his name?”

“Jesus of Nazareth.”

My heart skipped a beat. I had heard of the man they called Jesus. The stories reached far beyond the borders of my country. He had healed many who were sick, caused blind eyes to open, and even raised some from the dead. Many believed he was indeed the Messiah that was prophesied about in the ancient scriptures. Others felt he was some kind of magician who performed sorcery. I had no idea what the man was like.

If the Romans had deemed him vile enough to crucify, then there must have been solid evidence of his wrongdoing.

“Why do you hold rocks in your hands?” I asked the woman.

She looked up and smiled. It wasn’t the pleasant curve of someone’s mouth when they greeted a friend or loved one. It was a look saturated with evil intentions.

“This is the biggest thing that’s happened around here. I don’t want to miss my chance to participate.”


To be continued…

Why I still write clean


On Sept 11 2012, I published a post entitled Why I Write Clean. By far, it’s been my most viewed and most commented on article since I began this blog. A while back, I disabled comments on my blog and changed my template. It looks like all but two comments were wiped out.

In case you don’t have time to click the link above, here is a quick excerpt:

A few years ago, I picked up a Stephen King novel (I can’t even remember what it was titled) and tried to read it. It was the first time I had the desire to read one of his books. There were so many F-bombs in the first two chapters that I just could not continue. I put it down and haven’t picked up one of his books since that day. Writing fiction is about telling a story, bringing characters to life, and entertaining the masses with a great novel. I get that, I truly do. And I know what the world is like and how ordinary people talk.

I still haven’t read a Stephen King novel. All of his books might not be as bad as the one I attempted to read, but I just haven’t had the desire to try again.

I understand how many authors want to keep their characters authentic and realistic, but I just don’t see the need for profanity-filled dialog. It’s not necessary.

If I wanted to sell a million copies of a novel, all I need to do is fill it with vulgar language, explicit sex scenes, and gory violence. That’s what the majority of people in the world are looking for. And I understand that. And please don’t take this as me trying to bash other authors who write in different genres. It’s not that at all. This is a personal choice, and a decision I made a long time ago.

As a Christian, I need to be set apart. Different. If you read my blog on a regular basis, you know I’m not talking about shunning everyone who isn’t a Christian or judging people for their beliefs. That is the complete opposite of how we’re to live as Christians. But, when we accept Christ into our life, something has to change.

And it’s not about trying to avoid sin and being a good Christian. When we truly deny ourselves and surrender everything we are, the change is just a by-product of sonship. We can’t help but change if Jesus is our focus and not self. Our minds are renewed on a daily basis through relationship with our Father. We can’t have good fruit until the tree is good.

This change in my life doesn’t just involve my writing. It’s about the things I watch, listen to, and participate in.

The trailer for American Sniper looks phenomenal, but I won’t go see it. Here is just one reason why. Plugged In is a great website to see reviews of movies. Here is the Crude or Profane language section for this movie:

About 100 f-words, nearly 40 s-words and scads of other swear words, including “a–,” “b–ch,” “h—,” “p—” and “d–k.” God’s name is misused a dozen times, more often than not combined with “d–n.” Jesus’ name is abused two or three times.

Sounds like it was a pretty easy script to write. Why would I want to sit through all of that? Just as it is with novels, vulgar language, sex scenes, and gory violence are unnecessary elements in order to make a great movie.

Philippians 4:8 says:

Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.

I’m supposed to be seeking first His kingdom and His righteousness.

I believe too often we use the grace card as an excuse to indulge our flesh with activities that we wouldn’t participate in if Jesus was physically sitting right beside us. 

And I know God isn’t sitting up there rocking back and forth with both hands over His ears because people are swearing. If He’s shaken off the throne by that, we are in some serious trouble. But why would we want to fill our minds with garbage, when the Creator of the universe wants a relationship with us?

I know for a fact, people will label me as legalistic for some of the things I’ve written today, but that’s okay, because I know I’m not. And it’s none of my business what you want to watch, read, or listen to. You are the steward of your own heart just as I am of mine.

We answer to God for the things we do or don’t do, not man.

So, why do I still write clean? Because I am a new creature. When I became born again, the old things passed away and ALL things became new.

My work


On July 10th 2012, I decided to start publishing books on the Amazon Kindle store. It’s nice to get some royalty payments (and trust me, they are few and far between), but I have never been into writing for the money. Don’t get me wrong, if I could actually make a living by writing and selling books, that would be awesome. However, if I never sold another copy, that wouldn’t stop me from doing what I love. Since July of 2012, I have published 4 novella length books on Amazon. Just wanted to list them here with short descriptions, so you can see them all in one place. They are all priced $.99 for Kindle.

 

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I Was There is my favorite. It’s a collection of ten Bible stories written from a first person perspective. These stories get you inside the hearts and minds of the most well known characters in Scripture. I’m actually working on a second collection, and hope to have it available on Amazon in the next couple of months. This is available in Kindle format as well as paperback.

“For some, the Bible can be an intimidating book to dig into. Its pages reveal a history of days past, with practical application for the here and now. Every word inspired by God Himself, penned by the hands of mere mortals. It contains stories, not of super-human people with amazing powers or special abilities that no one can possibly measure up too, but of real people. Just like us. Human beings who were lost and without hope until a Savior was sent to shed His blood on a tree.”

 

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The Stranger is probably my second favorite. This actually started as a serial story on my blog. I would publish one chapter per week. I never finished it, and then decided to just make it a novella and list it on Amazon. It’s a suspense/thriller, but as with all my writing, it’s clean.

“Something horrible happened eight years ago in the small coastal town of Seal Bay. Six high school girls were killed and dumped into the bay by a man named Lance Puckett. It was a crime which ripped apart a community and left emotional scars that time would never heal. A calm morning in Seal Bay is shattered by the appearance of a stranger who bears a striking resemblance to Lance. Has he come back to dig up memories from the past, or could this man be a drifter, just passing through? This suspenseful thriller will keep you on the edge of your seat with a twist that will leave you breathless. Who is The Stranger?”

 

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Other Side of Night is a young adult novella I wrote for a newspaper in TN. They run a serial story during the summer months, and they published one chapter per week. This story also ran in the West Australian newspaper and was used as curriculum in some writing classes. This was the first novella I published on the Kindle store.

“When Luke Farmer and his two best friends find a cell phone in the park, they are thrust into a world of adventure and mystery. With his newly rescued Golden Retriever, Boone, Luke is determined to figure out what is so important on the phone and why someone will do anything to get it back. Other Side of Night is a heart-pounding story of three friends forced to rise above their fear and face unknown adversaries in order to discover the truth.”

 

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Unknown was meant to be a three novella series, but I haven’t finished the second one yet. To be honest, I don’t know if I will continue this or not. I believe the story has amazing potential, but I may have rushed this first one somewhat. I know it’s probably not a good thing to judge my own work publicly, but this is my least favorite of all the stories I’ve written. Look, I’m all about being honest. I don’t think it’s a complete waste of your money at only $.99, but it’s just not as good as the other ones.

“Without a past, how can we possibly have a future? Darkness. The black, shapeless void that refuses the presence of light. The kind of darkness where only the dead dare to explore, and the living fear to gaze upon. With no memory of my past, I wake up inside a pizzeria with nothing but a wadded up piece of paper in my pocket. I will have to rely heavily on my instincts in order to survive. I have no idea who I am. I don’t know who to trust. Faded images briefly flash through my mind, but they make no sense. Are they memories from a past I have somehow forgotten? Are they clues to my identity? Only time will tell.”

 

There you have it. My published work. If you have already read some of these, please consider leaving a review on Amazon. Those are always greatly appreciated.

I want to thank my incredibly gifted Mom, Betty Jo, for the always amazing artwork for my novellas. Check out her blog HERE

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I Was There **New low price**


Now you can grab a Kindle copy of I Was There for only $.99. Click HERE to purchase.

For some, the Bible can be an intimidating book to dig into. Its pages reveal a history of days past, with practical application for the here and now. Every word inspired by God Himself, penned by the hands of mere mortals. It contains stories, not of super-human people with amazing powers or special abilities that no one can possibly measure up too, but of real people. Just like us. Human beings who were lost and without hope until a Savior was sent to shed His blood on a tree.

Chris Martin has written I Was There in such a way that it has the potential to impact everyone from the most seasoned theologian, to the lonely teenager sitting in the back of a Sunday service. Each story is presented from a perspective of the main character, giving insight into their deepest feelings and emotions. You don’t merely read the shocking story of Abraham about to sacrifice his only son on the altar, but you experience the immense pain of that call on his faith.

You aren’t left to merely observe the birth of Jesus in that manger two thousand years ago, but you join hearts and minds with a bewildered girl, barely more than a child, as she delivers our salvation. No longer just one of the crowd looking in scorn on the broken woman washing Jesus’ feet with her tears, or the woman taken in adultery and waiting to see her stoned to death, Martin allows the reader to see with their own eyes the forgiveness poured onto them by Jesus.

Not content with allowing you to only pity the widow whose only son has died, he opens up her heart and allows you to share the devastation at her loss and then her joy when Jesus returns her son to life. One after another, individuals who have previously been characters in the greatest story ever told become human beings that the reader can know in a whole new way. Martin allows you to join with the disciples as they participate in the miracles of the very same Messiah they have left everything to follow. The depths of our being are wrung dry of tears as we share an intimate moment with the wounded woman, weeping before the cross, in the death of the son she delivered in a stable 33 years earlier.

“My hope is that when people read these stories, they can somehow relate to the characters in a completely different way than ever before. That each encounter will bring the Bible to breathtaking life with a refreshingly different perspective. I envision youth leaders reading these stories to their students, giving them hope in a way unlike anyone has ever conveyed to them. For those who find the Bible hard to read or understand, I Was There will draw them into God’s Word with stories of faith, triumph, pain, and salvation.” – Chris Martin

Stop trying to prove God exists


Not sure if these are going up everywhere, but here in the South, there are some billboards appearing that are causing quite a stir. The one I’ve seen people talking most about shows a girl writing a letter to Santa. It says, “Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is to skip church. I’m too old for fairy tales.”

Christians are going crazy about it. Arguing and fighting on Facebook, Twitter, and all other social media. It’s so sad. Why does something like this get believers in such a frenzy?

This is one of the main reasons Christians get bashed. Arguing, fighting, judging people over silly stuff like this.

There are several reasons I believe this is so silly.

1) We don’t need to prove that God exists. 

If we could prove the existence of God to everyone, there would be no need for faith. We aren’t supposed to live by feelings, but by faith. We can’t allow what people don’t see to influence what we do see. It’s that simple. We prove it by walking it out.

2) Debating with unbelievers only causes more division.

I used to argue and debate with people all the time on social media. In the last year or so, I’ve come to understand that I was only doing those things to prove something. I would fight to be right. That’s crazy. My life is no longer mine. I was bought with a price. I don’t have rights anymore. It’s called denying myself and becoming love. Arguments and judgement don’t bring people to Christ. Love does.

3) We shouldn’t be so easily offended.

This is related to number two above. The Bible says to be imitators of God. God is love. We are to become love. Love is plainly defined in 1 Corinthians 13. One of the big attributes is that love doesn’t seek it’s own. Or as the Message version says, “Love cares more for others than for self.” We would only be offended with something like this if we’re still holding onto our self, our flesh. How can something that has died be offended, hurt, or moved in any way? Do we think God is up there on the throne rocking back and forth, biting His nails, and trying to figure out what to do about these billboards? Of course not. Then why should we?

4) We need to live the Gospel.

For too long, the world has heard what we believe. It’s time we start showing them. If we’re fighting with everyone, why would anyone want what we say we have? Christians are known more for what they stand against, than Who they stand for. And by that, I don’t mean we have to picket, boycott, or fight against anything that isn’t Christian. If we stand for Christ, we walk in love.

 

Church, we need to redeem the time because the days are evil. Is our time better spent arguing over billboards, lifestyles, and evolution, or giving Jesus to everyone we meet?

Let’s stop the debates. We know Who God is and what He’s done for us. We don’t have to prove that to the world.

We just need to love the world.

Faith


Why do we pick and choose what we believe in the Bible? Everyone is on board when Jesus says go make disciples.

Why not when He says the signs that follow believers will be these: lay hands on the sick and they will recover, speak in tongues, and raise the dead.

Even if we don’t see someone get healed or come back to life, it doesn’t change the truth of His words.

Faith is believing God over our experiences.