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Why is my car so dirty?  There appeared to be a film of dirt covering the entire car.  I made plans to run through the car wash the next day.  Suddenly, I remembered my trip to Port Aransas earlier in the week.  I spent the day driving around sand, through sand and parked next to sand.  It had not occurred to me to wash my car when I returned home.  I had been driving a dusty car for days.  I had gotten comfortable getting in and out of my car not noticing the filth.  It was not until the light of the sun hit my car at the right angle, that I was able to see the dirt.  John 13:5-10 5  After that, He poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet, and to wipe them with the towel with which He was girded.  6  Then He came to Simon Peter. And Peter said to Him, “Lord, are You washing my feet?” 7  Jesus answered and said to him, “What I am doing you do not understand now, but you will know after this.” 8  Peter said to Him, “You shall never wash my feet!” Je

What do you do when you are overcome by evil?   How do your handle yourself when your rights have been trampled upon?   What recourse do you have when justice seems elusive?   When must you rise up and be heard?   What are the just deserts for our enemies and who will inflict the punishment?   Has God given us no recourse?   Does He not know of our struggle?   What are we to do?   The Apostle Paul answers our questions.   The strategy to defeat evil has not changed.   This plan of action was the basis of Dr. Martin Luther King’s moral argument for non-violent civil disobedience.   The goal is not one of victory but to strive earnestly for peace by showing love toward our enemy in word and in deed.   Romans 12:14-20 14  Bless them which persecute you: bless, and curse not.                                      15  Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep.                          16  Be of the same mind one toward another. Mind not high things, but c

Facebook A Friend As my birthday month comes to a close, I am amazed yet thankful that I have been blessed to celebrate 50 years of life. Twenty-five years ago my life was riddled with depression, alcoholism, suicidal ideation, anger, rejection, unforgiveness, hopelessness and fear. However, I can truly say that when I look back over the years I see God's fingerprints and grace over my life, even as I simply existed in a dark place. He protected and covered me when I was in a n abusive relationship in which the one who professed to love me held a knife to my throat and even when I myself had a plan on how to take my own life and I was at my rock bottom--but God. He began to reveal Himself to me and speak to me through sermons, His Word, and even music reminding me that I was loved, forgiven, worthy and that I had purpose. As I chose to trust him through faith, He took me on a journey that has been life-changing and soul saving. A little over 10 years ago, I prayed