In case you haven’t heard, 4 states now, including Arkansas, have adopted a
‘No Smile’ policy for DMV pictures. I’ve always maintained that we should look really sad when taking our driver’s photo, because if we’re pulled over by police we’re probably not going be to doing a happy dance anyway! Seems that’s not the reasoning. There is new face recognition software now that throws up a red flag if you are smiling. So many fraudulent cases regarding photo I.D. have prompted the technology.
When doing student ministry, as an ice-breaker we used to play a game called, “If you love me Darlin’, please smile.’ The object of the game was a person, “IT,” had to go around the circle & pick a person. They had three tries saying that phrase to get the person to smile. They could do any stupid face or trick, short of tickling the person, to get them to smile. Talk about funny, seeing a big, ‘Jock’ football player sitting on his buddies’ lap trying to get him to crack a smile. If they didn’t succeed, they had to move around the circle ‘til some sap smiled.
Growing up, believe me, I had much rather see my Dad smiling at me than catchin’ the wrath of Wayne! As I shared before, I worked with my Dad in construction work so he was not only my Dad but my BOSS! You can relate. NO ONE wants the boss out of sorts. It was great to see him smile in approval at a job well done, a good report card, an artwork, music performance, or best of all…just because he loves me!
I am an encourager, so, by nature, love to make people smile & laugh. It blesses me to brighten a day for someone hurting. More importantly, I want to give REAL encouragement. My heart’s desire is to help introduce folks to lasting peace & joy. In a world of harsh, dark reality, you need an anchor secure & sure to hang on. That’s somewhat the thought behind the ‘Hebrew’ or ‘Priestly Blessing’.
‘May the Lord bless you and protect you. May the Lord smile on you and be gracious to you. May the Lord show you His favor and give you His peace.’
Numbers 6:24-26 NLT
It’s more important that we know the Lord & the Lord’s favor rather than just having a good day or peaceful path. Thankfully, Grace means we are not in a ‘performance’ oriented salvation or blessing. We DO want to make our Savior smile, though. I want my Dad’s smile of approval, but more than anything my Heavenly Father’s smile of approval. I want to walk & live in a right relationship & enjoy God’s fellowship. Kind of like Adam did in the ‘cool of the garden’ before the fall of sin.
The greatest joy is not just in a smile of approval for a job or performance well done; it’s in the joy of just knowing your Father loves you no matter what! If you don’t have that assurance or relationship, or maybe an earthly father has skewed your perspective of what your Heavenly Father’s love is like, contact me. I’ll pray with & for you. As always, please return the favor. In the words of the late Vance Havner, “I’m just a starving beggar showing another beggar where to find food.”
Dave Jackson-Campus Minister djackson@absc.org
Cell- 870-217-9376
http://www.myspace.com/davejacksonnewport
BCM Website: http://www.bcmasunewport.org
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
-The IT Factor-
“…It was at Antioch that the believers were first called Christians.” Acts 11:26b NLT
Everyone from record producers, magazine editors, image consultants, T.V. & movie producers, to photographers are looking for someone with that illusive ‘it’ factor. No one is really sure of what the ‘it’ is, but they know ‘it’ when they see ‘it’. You know, star quality.
There was a recent commercial for eBay about the new ‘it’. The series of commercials was showing about how you can move or buy the new ‘it’ on eBay. And that’s what people pretty much do: look for the new ‘it’.
When we were kids we played games of tag. You remember, when tagged you were ‘it’. You then chased the others to tag another potential ‘it’. As a kid a phrase floated around our school: “What it is?” I’m not sure exactly what that meant, but if you were cool or ‘had it’ you said it.
A jaded world, when faced with something dubious, has a saying: “I’ll believe it when I see it.” I’ve said it & you probably have to! Unfortunately, that’s about the reaction of many regarding Christianity. If someone claims to be a Christian (and according to most stats & test groups a majority of Americans make the claim), we want to know is it so? With 200 different ‘Christian’ denominational groups in the U.S.* that’s a lot of differences in beliefs & practices.
So, what does ‘IT’ look like? By ‘IT’ I mean a Christian. Sadly, you can get almost as many answers as the people you ask. In the average church in America, I’m afraid we’ve come a long way from the description of the practices & principles of believers found in the first century. I don’t mean whether they used pianos, guitars, and microphones, ‘modern translations’ of the bible or the wardrobe change. I’m talking how did they act & react to the world around them?
I’ve attended & participated in several workshops & conferences lately. In stats presented in them and in reading I’ve seen some alarming trends & practices. From what I hear, observe & read, we are indeed a far cry from the first ‘Christian’ believers in both practice & belief. Please understand, I’m not advocating we all move to Guyana & drink Kool-Aid laced with cyanide. I’m not ‘Chicken Little’ ranting about the sky falling. But, I am alarmed.
Are YOU a Christian? Pretty pointed. The world, by in large, categorize people as “Christian”, “Jewish”, “Muslim”, or “Other”. Where do you fall? Many might claim ‘Christian’ simply because they have an affinity for a Christian church. Afraid it’s a tad more than that. As one author said, “If Jesus were to ask, “Who do you say I am,” the question He famously asked His disciple Peter, He would be disappointed by some of the answers He’d receive from contemporary Americans.”*
Yep, this is a great deal more pointed & forthright than I usually get. I’m not trying to stir any denominational debate with anyone. I simply want to pose the questions to you (and myself) “What does a Christian look like?” and “Am I truly a Christian?”
In life & ministry I’ve heard a great many preachers & religious leaders spouting definitions of what a true Christian is & and should be. Some of those were right on the money & some where so much hot air. I’ve sometimes spouted heady, high-minded ideas of the same.
Just in case you don’t know, when the believers were first called ‘Christians’ in the city of Antioch, it was not meant as a compliment. But, frankly, they could have not received a better moniker. People were calling them ‘little Christs,’ as they identified & resembled Jesus.
"Let me give you a new command: Love one another. In the same way I loved you, you love one another. This is how everyone will recognize that you are My disciples—when they see the love you have for each other."
John 13:34-35 The Message
I couldn’t give you a simpler, clearer picture of what a Christian truly looks like than what Jesus said in the above passage in John. It simply boils down to the love we show one another. Other passages speak of the love God has for the world, but I’ll save that for another day. The church I attend & serve in has the purpose statement: ‘We’re Building Relationships- Loving God, Loving the Church, and Loving the World.’ I want to hope I live up to that, but I’m afraid I often fall short of that mark.
It is my heart’s desire, & purpose on campus, to show the love of Jesus to you. I don’t claim to know all the answers but I know THE Answer: Jesus. I don’t have everything figured out, but I have a bible as instruction book. Please feel free to call on me & I’ll pray with and for you and ask you to return the favor. Below you see multiple ways to reach me.
*George Barna Group 2009
www.myspace.com/davejacksonnewport.
Dave Jackson on facebook
ASUN website www.bcmasunewport.org
Dave Jackson-Campus Minister djackson@absc.org
Dave’s Desk - http://bcmasunewport.blogspot.com
Cell: 870-217-9376
Everyone from record producers, magazine editors, image consultants, T.V. & movie producers, to photographers are looking for someone with that illusive ‘it’ factor. No one is really sure of what the ‘it’ is, but they know ‘it’ when they see ‘it’. You know, star quality.
There was a recent commercial for eBay about the new ‘it’. The series of commercials was showing about how you can move or buy the new ‘it’ on eBay. And that’s what people pretty much do: look for the new ‘it’.
When we were kids we played games of tag. You remember, when tagged you were ‘it’. You then chased the others to tag another potential ‘it’. As a kid a phrase floated around our school: “What it is?” I’m not sure exactly what that meant, but if you were cool or ‘had it’ you said it.
A jaded world, when faced with something dubious, has a saying: “I’ll believe it when I see it.” I’ve said it & you probably have to! Unfortunately, that’s about the reaction of many regarding Christianity. If someone claims to be a Christian (and according to most stats & test groups a majority of Americans make the claim), we want to know is it so? With 200 different ‘Christian’ denominational groups in the U.S.* that’s a lot of differences in beliefs & practices.
So, what does ‘IT’ look like? By ‘IT’ I mean a Christian. Sadly, you can get almost as many answers as the people you ask. In the average church in America, I’m afraid we’ve come a long way from the description of the practices & principles of believers found in the first century. I don’t mean whether they used pianos, guitars, and microphones, ‘modern translations’ of the bible or the wardrobe change. I’m talking how did they act & react to the world around them?
I’ve attended & participated in several workshops & conferences lately. In stats presented in them and in reading I’ve seen some alarming trends & practices. From what I hear, observe & read, we are indeed a far cry from the first ‘Christian’ believers in both practice & belief. Please understand, I’m not advocating we all move to Guyana & drink Kool-Aid laced with cyanide. I’m not ‘Chicken Little’ ranting about the sky falling. But, I am alarmed.
Are YOU a Christian? Pretty pointed. The world, by in large, categorize people as “Christian”, “Jewish”, “Muslim”, or “Other”. Where do you fall? Many might claim ‘Christian’ simply because they have an affinity for a Christian church. Afraid it’s a tad more than that. As one author said, “If Jesus were to ask, “Who do you say I am,” the question He famously asked His disciple Peter, He would be disappointed by some of the answers He’d receive from contemporary Americans.”*
Yep, this is a great deal more pointed & forthright than I usually get. I’m not trying to stir any denominational debate with anyone. I simply want to pose the questions to you (and myself) “What does a Christian look like?” and “Am I truly a Christian?”
In life & ministry I’ve heard a great many preachers & religious leaders spouting definitions of what a true Christian is & and should be. Some of those were right on the money & some where so much hot air. I’ve sometimes spouted heady, high-minded ideas of the same.
Just in case you don’t know, when the believers were first called ‘Christians’ in the city of Antioch, it was not meant as a compliment. But, frankly, they could have not received a better moniker. People were calling them ‘little Christs,’ as they identified & resembled Jesus.
"Let me give you a new command: Love one another. In the same way I loved you, you love one another. This is how everyone will recognize that you are My disciples—when they see the love you have for each other."
John 13:34-35 The Message
I couldn’t give you a simpler, clearer picture of what a Christian truly looks like than what Jesus said in the above passage in John. It simply boils down to the love we show one another. Other passages speak of the love God has for the world, but I’ll save that for another day. The church I attend & serve in has the purpose statement: ‘We’re Building Relationships- Loving God, Loving the Church, and Loving the World.’ I want to hope I live up to that, but I’m afraid I often fall short of that mark.
It is my heart’s desire, & purpose on campus, to show the love of Jesus to you. I don’t claim to know all the answers but I know THE Answer: Jesus. I don’t have everything figured out, but I have a bible as instruction book. Please feel free to call on me & I’ll pray with and for you and ask you to return the favor. Below you see multiple ways to reach me.
*George Barna Group 2009
www.myspace.com/davejacksonnewport.
Dave Jackson on facebook
ASUN website www.bcmasunewport.org
Dave Jackson-Campus Minister djackson@absc.org
Dave’s Desk - http://bcmasunewport.blogspot.com
Cell: 870-217-9376
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Numbered
"Teach us to number our days carefully so that we may develop wisdom in our hearts." Psalm 90:12 HCS
What would you do if you knew the time, place, & way you would die? The running joke is often, “I wouldn’t show up”! Well, it’s a given that we will. The thing is most of us spend a life of pursuits & diversions that often leave us empty when we come to the end of our days. Rarely will someone say, “Darn it! Wish I had spent more time at work.” Or, “Should have wasted more hours in front of the T.V.” No, most of us know deep down some of those really important things we should/could be doing. We just think, “Hey, I’ve got loads of time.”
I’ve gotta say, ministry has given me a front row seat in this theater of life. That’s really a poor analogy in that I’m right in the middle of it. No emotional detachment or distraction here. I’m right in the thick of it. As I’ve shared often, ‘ministry is messy.’ No, LIFE is messy. Guess what? I wouldn’t trade it in for a life twice as long filled with mundane, trivial pursuits.
A few weeks ago a friend had a heart attack. After days of struggle he stepped into eternity. Gotta tell you, we thought he was pulling through. We just knew God was going to give him a spiritual zap, or that, at the very least, doctors would do a procedure & he’d walk out his usually ornery self. Didn’t happen. He’s singing with the angels now.
Another friend received wonderful news that a cancer riddled son had a clean bill of health. Days later the other shoe dropped. The prognosis now is a month or more, apart from a miracle. (In his forties with two teenagers & wife looking on.)
Hold on, in case you think I’m spiraling down in a maudlin crash dive. In that same expanse of days came a baby announcement, wedding invitations, graduation announcements & GOOD doctor reports. Miracles happen along side of misery. One defines the other. If it all melded together the highs wouldn’t be the highs. You know what? Very few of us want to hit those craters though!
A friend has recently posted a list on facebook. It’s a litany of those from our school who are no longer with us. Some never made it out of high school. Some barely left college. Some died of natural cause or disease, though, ‘untimely’. Some were in tragic accidents, while others died at the hand of other individuals…or by their own hand. Sobering, to say the least. Many I didn’t realize had passed on. Even more troubling is that the list is growing as we find the fate of other friends.
So back to that question: given that life is brief & unpredictable, what WILL we do with these days? I don’t advocate you go take a sky diving class, or bungee jump, or enlist in some extreme sport to find an adrenaline rush or edge. I simply want to encourage each of us, self included, to ‘measure our days.’ Another bible translation says, "Teach us to realize the brevity of life, so that we may grow in wisdom."
Psalm 90:12 NLT
When my Mom was given difficult news a few years back by her hemo oncologist she came unglued on the poor guy. He had said, in essence, “Mrs. Jackson you have… (two huge names of blood disorders that I won’t burdened you with) and with chemo treatment your prognosis is 10 years.” Her response, “You don’t know how long I’ll live! Only GOD knows how long I’ll live.” He said, “OK, OK, lady.12 years then!” Mom got it right. Our lives are in God’s hands. Doctors & specialist give a prognosis or best guess, but our next breath & heart beat are in the hands of our Creator. So, what will we do with them?
I choose to live life to its fullest. I pray for family & friends who are squandering these precious hours. In the time it took you to plow through this, seconds have passed that you’ll never have again. (Don’t get ticked at me, I was just trying to help encourage you!) We CAN’T help what’s passed. What lies around the next corner? Better yet, what corner will you take now?
So, let’s pause from this harsh reminder of the wall of impending death hurtling at us at light speed & go out and LIVE! If you’re not ready for that date with ‘judgment’ or struggling with a particular crater of a diagnosis or life issue, call or write me & we’ll pray together. While you’re at it, return the favor. I’m in this too!
http://www.myspace.com/davejacksonnewport
Dave Jackson on facebook
ASUN website http://www.bcmasunewport.org
Dave Jackson-Campus Minister djackson@absc.org
Dave’s Desk - http://bcmasunewport.blogspot.com
Cell: 870-217-9376
What would you do if you knew the time, place, & way you would die? The running joke is often, “I wouldn’t show up”! Well, it’s a given that we will. The thing is most of us spend a life of pursuits & diversions that often leave us empty when we come to the end of our days. Rarely will someone say, “Darn it! Wish I had spent more time at work.” Or, “Should have wasted more hours in front of the T.V.” No, most of us know deep down some of those really important things we should/could be doing. We just think, “Hey, I’ve got loads of time.”
I’ve gotta say, ministry has given me a front row seat in this theater of life. That’s really a poor analogy in that I’m right in the middle of it. No emotional detachment or distraction here. I’m right in the thick of it. As I’ve shared often, ‘ministry is messy.’ No, LIFE is messy. Guess what? I wouldn’t trade it in for a life twice as long filled with mundane, trivial pursuits.
A few weeks ago a friend had a heart attack. After days of struggle he stepped into eternity. Gotta tell you, we thought he was pulling through. We just knew God was going to give him a spiritual zap, or that, at the very least, doctors would do a procedure & he’d walk out his usually ornery self. Didn’t happen. He’s singing with the angels now.
Another friend received wonderful news that a cancer riddled son had a clean bill of health. Days later the other shoe dropped. The prognosis now is a month or more, apart from a miracle. (In his forties with two teenagers & wife looking on.)
Hold on, in case you think I’m spiraling down in a maudlin crash dive. In that same expanse of days came a baby announcement, wedding invitations, graduation announcements & GOOD doctor reports. Miracles happen along side of misery. One defines the other. If it all melded together the highs wouldn’t be the highs. You know what? Very few of us want to hit those craters though!
A friend has recently posted a list on facebook. It’s a litany of those from our school who are no longer with us. Some never made it out of high school. Some barely left college. Some died of natural cause or disease, though, ‘untimely’. Some were in tragic accidents, while others died at the hand of other individuals…or by their own hand. Sobering, to say the least. Many I didn’t realize had passed on. Even more troubling is that the list is growing as we find the fate of other friends.
So back to that question: given that life is brief & unpredictable, what WILL we do with these days? I don’t advocate you go take a sky diving class, or bungee jump, or enlist in some extreme sport to find an adrenaline rush or edge. I simply want to encourage each of us, self included, to ‘measure our days.’ Another bible translation says, "Teach us to realize the brevity of life, so that we may grow in wisdom."
Psalm 90:12 NLT
When my Mom was given difficult news a few years back by her hemo oncologist she came unglued on the poor guy. He had said, in essence, “Mrs. Jackson you have… (two huge names of blood disorders that I won’t burdened you with) and with chemo treatment your prognosis is 10 years.” Her response, “You don’t know how long I’ll live! Only GOD knows how long I’ll live.” He said, “OK, OK, lady.12 years then!” Mom got it right. Our lives are in God’s hands. Doctors & specialist give a prognosis or best guess, but our next breath & heart beat are in the hands of our Creator. So, what will we do with them?
I choose to live life to its fullest. I pray for family & friends who are squandering these precious hours. In the time it took you to plow through this, seconds have passed that you’ll never have again. (Don’t get ticked at me, I was just trying to help encourage you!) We CAN’T help what’s passed. What lies around the next corner? Better yet, what corner will you take now?
So, let’s pause from this harsh reminder of the wall of impending death hurtling at us at light speed & go out and LIVE! If you’re not ready for that date with ‘judgment’ or struggling with a particular crater of a diagnosis or life issue, call or write me & we’ll pray together. While you’re at it, return the favor. I’m in this too!
http://www.myspace.com/davejacksonnewport
Dave Jackson on facebook
ASUN website http://www.bcmasunewport.org
Dave Jackson-Campus Minister djackson@absc.org
Dave’s Desk - http://bcmasunewport.blogspot.com
Cell: 870-217-9376
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
“Noise”
“Be still, and know that I am God! I will be honored by every nation. I will be honored throughout the world.” Psalm 46:10 NLT
OBEYYOURTHIRSTJUSTDOITHAVEITYOURWAYEXPECTMOREPAYLESSINTELINSIDEADDITUPTOTALACESSI’MLOVINIT…….
I suppose if we could see the bombardment of auditory/visual images that strike us all day it might look about like the lines above. Recognize any of the trademark slogans? Probably. Kind of like when you ask someone about a commercial or song. They might say they don’t remember until a few bars strike them. Then the words & images flow. I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase ‘sensory overload.’ Most of us in America live in a kind of sensory overload, inundated with visual images & sound waves. Even as I write this I am typing into a computer & hearing a wall of sound coming from the T.V. in the other room where the family is listening to “American Idol”. Very few quiet places in the world.
In the Census Bureau's latest Statistical Abstract of the United States, one statistic finds that Americans spent more of their lives than ever — about eight-and-a-half hours a day — watching television, using computers, listening to the radio/media, going to the movies or reading. That’s a lot of sensory overload! In all that stuff there is very little time or place to hear the ‘still, small voice’ of God. I’m not preaching at you, I find myself in the same boat as you. By nature, I’m not a quiet guy. I enjoy the arts & the noises of life. So, I HAVE to make time for God. Oddly, when I don’t stop to hear from & share with God, I realize I am unarmed & ill-equipped for the world awaiting me & tasks that I must perform each day. It’s far beyond finding a ‘center’ or ‘Zen’.
All through the years I’ve found it vitally important to strive to carve out time to connect with God. I have sought out ‘quiet places.’ Books challenge & encourage me. Music moves & inspires me. Nature stirs me. More importantly though, I stop all the noise as possible & listen to my Creator. You know it, you recognize that constant bombardment. The visual images that crash into our corneas, the wall of sounds that waylays our auditory nerves; the crisis of life that impacts our emotions. Each tugs & tears at us until we cry out ‘STOP!’
On a drive to a recent conference I shut down all the distraction, no matter how soothing & entertaining, & just talked to God & listened. In the billions of writing & tomes there is nothing like stopping & reading, praying & meditating on God’s word. There’s a reason it’s the best seller of all time.
Even when we walk with God, the Devil still slams at us. There is a passage in 1 Kings that speaks of God’s servant after a powerful, spiritual experience. In solitude he didn’t find God in the midst of a series of powerful experiences, but rather in a ‘still, small voice.’
“Go out and stand before me on the mountain,” the LORD told him. And as Elijah stood there, the LORD passed by, and a mighty windstorm hit the mountain. It was such a terrible blast that the rocks were torn loose, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake there was a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave.” 1 Kings 19:11-13
Even in our search for a ‘religious experience’ we might find it more prudent to simply stop. Stop, & listen past all the noise & stuff for the still, small, gentle whisper of God. I’ve found when I don’t listen for His whisper, He finds a way to drastically catch my attention until I still myself & know that He is God.
www.myspace.com/davejacksonnewport.
Dave Jackson on facebook
ASUN website www.bcmasunewport.org
Dave Jackson-Campus Minister djackson@absc.org
Cell: 870-217-9376
Dave’s Desk - http://bcmasunewport.blogspot.com
OBEYYOURTHIRSTJUSTDOITHAVEITYOURWAYEXPECTMOREPAYLESSINTELINSIDEADDITUPTOTALACESSI’MLOVINIT…….
I suppose if we could see the bombardment of auditory/visual images that strike us all day it might look about like the lines above. Recognize any of the trademark slogans? Probably. Kind of like when you ask someone about a commercial or song. They might say they don’t remember until a few bars strike them. Then the words & images flow. I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase ‘sensory overload.’ Most of us in America live in a kind of sensory overload, inundated with visual images & sound waves. Even as I write this I am typing into a computer & hearing a wall of sound coming from the T.V. in the other room where the family is listening to “American Idol”. Very few quiet places in the world.
In the Census Bureau's latest Statistical Abstract of the United States, one statistic finds that Americans spent more of their lives than ever — about eight-and-a-half hours a day — watching television, using computers, listening to the radio/media, going to the movies or reading. That’s a lot of sensory overload! In all that stuff there is very little time or place to hear the ‘still, small voice’ of God. I’m not preaching at you, I find myself in the same boat as you. By nature, I’m not a quiet guy. I enjoy the arts & the noises of life. So, I HAVE to make time for God. Oddly, when I don’t stop to hear from & share with God, I realize I am unarmed & ill-equipped for the world awaiting me & tasks that I must perform each day. It’s far beyond finding a ‘center’ or ‘Zen’.
All through the years I’ve found it vitally important to strive to carve out time to connect with God. I have sought out ‘quiet places.’ Books challenge & encourage me. Music moves & inspires me. Nature stirs me. More importantly though, I stop all the noise as possible & listen to my Creator. You know it, you recognize that constant bombardment. The visual images that crash into our corneas, the wall of sounds that waylays our auditory nerves; the crisis of life that impacts our emotions. Each tugs & tears at us until we cry out ‘STOP!’
On a drive to a recent conference I shut down all the distraction, no matter how soothing & entertaining, & just talked to God & listened. In the billions of writing & tomes there is nothing like stopping & reading, praying & meditating on God’s word. There’s a reason it’s the best seller of all time.
Even when we walk with God, the Devil still slams at us. There is a passage in 1 Kings that speaks of God’s servant after a powerful, spiritual experience. In solitude he didn’t find God in the midst of a series of powerful experiences, but rather in a ‘still, small voice.’
“Go out and stand before me on the mountain,” the LORD told him. And as Elijah stood there, the LORD passed by, and a mighty windstorm hit the mountain. It was such a terrible blast that the rocks were torn loose, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake there was a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave.” 1 Kings 19:11-13
Even in our search for a ‘religious experience’ we might find it more prudent to simply stop. Stop, & listen past all the noise & stuff for the still, small, gentle whisper of God. I’ve found when I don’t listen for His whisper, He finds a way to drastically catch my attention until I still myself & know that He is God.
www.myspace.com/davejacksonnewport.
Dave Jackson on facebook
ASUN website www.bcmasunewport.org
Dave Jackson-Campus Minister djackson@absc.org
Cell: 870-217-9376
Dave’s Desk - http://bcmasunewport.blogspot.com
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