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"Do-it-yourself Christianity is not much encouragement to the done in and worn out."

A thought by Max Lucado from his book, When God Whispers Your Name (p. 126). Thomas Nelson. Kindle Edition. (Click on the book title to go to Amazon.com to buy the book.) Some of you today are just worn out.   You are doing all you can to make your life work, but it just doesn’t want to.   Maybe you need some help. Max says, “At some point, we need more than good advice; we need help. Somewhere on this journey home, we realize that a fifty-fifty proposition is too little. We need more—more than a pudgy wizard ( The Wizard of Oz) who thanks us for coming but tells us the trip was unnecessary. “We need help. Help from the inside out. The kind of help Jesus promised. ‘I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Helper to be with you forever—the Spirit of truth. The world cannot accept him because it does not see him or know him. But you know him, because he lives with you and will be in you’ (John 14:16–17, emphasis mine).” Max goes on, “Note the final words of

"I stand six steps from the bed's edge. My arms extended. Hands open."

A thought by Max Lucado from his book, When God Whispers Your Name (p. 97). Thomas Nelson. Kindle Edition. (Click on the book title to go to Amazon.com to buy the book.) Max continues his story, “On the bed, Sara—all four years of her—crouches, poised like a playful kitten. She’s going to jump. But she’s not ready. I’m too close. “’Back more, Daddy,’ she stands and dares. I dramatically comply, confessing admiration for her courage. After two giant steps I stop. ‘More?’ I ask.   ’Yes!’ Sara squeals, hopping on the bed. “With each step she laughs and claps and motions for more. When I’m on the other side of the canyon, when I’m beyond the reach of mortal man, when I am but a tiny figure on the horizon, she stops me. ‘There, stop there.’ “’Are you sure?’ “’I’m sure,’ she shouts. I extend my arms. Once again she crouches, then springs. Superman without a cape. Skydiver without a chute. Only her heart flies higher than her body. In that airborne instant her only hope

"I've never been surprised by God's judgment, but I'm still stunned by his grace."

A thought by Max Lucado from his book, When God Whispers Your Name (p. 52). Thomas Nelson. Kindle Edition. (Click on the book title to go to Amazon.com to buy the book.) Now that seems like another good thought to explore, don’t you think? Max says, “God’s judgment has never been a problem for me. In fact, it’s always seemed right. Lightning bolts on Sodom. Fire on Gomorrah. Good job, God. Egyptians swallowed in the Red Sea. They had it coming. Forty years of wandering to loosen the stiff necks of the Israelites? Would’ve done it myself. Ananias and Sapphira? You bet. ” Max goes on, “Discipline is easy for me to swallow. Logical to assimilate. Manageable and appropriate. But God’s grace? Anything but.   Examples? How much time do you have? “David the psalmist becomes David the voyeur but, by God’s grace, becomes David the psalmist again. Peter denied Christ before he preached Christ. Zacchaeus, the crook. The cleanest part of his life was the money he’d laundered.