Alalahanin mong minsan silang ginamit ng Diyos sa paglago mo, so honor and remember them–at least for that.
But that morning, to be in a place full of people who actually had the dreaded disease, was somehow a liberating confrontation. It felt like death was looking me in the eye. But I’m no longer afraid, I have peace.
Pastor Paul Tripp shared his struggles: There are only two places to look. I will either get my identity vertically, from who I am in Christ, or I will shop for it horizontally in the situations, experiences, and relationships of my daily life. This is true of everyone, but I am convinced that pastors are particularly tempted to seek their identity horizontally.
We all make wrong choices. We all missed good opportunities. Pero natanong mo na ba minsan sa sarili mo? What happened to the missed opportunities? Will my life be different if I did not miss that? This coming year, it is possible we will encounter crossroads of 2 or more options. But what if we make…
May youth po kase kami na nabuntis ng ka-Church namin. Pareho sila workers. Nagkasundo na sila magpakasal, pero ayaw po sila ikasal ng Pastor namin kase 3 months preggy, may laman na raw at hindi maganda, nadudumihan ang purity ng Church. Nire-refer po sila sa huwes. Ano po stand nyo dito?
What I’ve discovered in my journey is that I didn’t really hate the Church. The Church isn’t what hurt me. A person hurt me. People hurt me. I hurt myself.
— Brandon Mouser, This is why I hate the Church.
After posting the entry When my Church hurts me, I was surprised to find a “request for advice” in one of the comments.