Mac's Musings

There is an honesty, a nakedness in worship, when our hearts touch the heart of the Father, and we are stripped of all pretense, all vanity, all falsehood, and we see everything clearly. We see ourselves how God sees us, imperfect yet made perfect by virtue of redemption via the perfect sacrifice, restored to fellowship, called to be vessels of honor, children of God. Perhaps no period reminds us more of this than Easter, when we are confronted by the spectre of the cross, and it's significance to our faith as Christians. As we approach another easter, I'm reminded of, and have decided to share this song and the powerful poem within. be blessed. “ If there are words for Him then I don’t have them. See my brain has not yet reached the point where it could form a thought that could adequately describe the greatness of my God. And my lungs have not yet developed the ability to release a breath with enough agility to breathe out the greatness of His Love. And my voice, se

article by Larry Tomczak     Recently my long time friend, Lee Grady, highlighted in print the deaths of notable Christians. Ann B. Davis, beloved actress, was one of them. Yet at the same time in a publication on newsstands is the headline that she was really a lesbian! I don't believe it. In theaters across America right now is a movie called "Foxcatcher" dealing with the true story of multimillionaire John DuPont's killing of Olympic wrestler Dave Schultz. The movie also implies a homosexual relationship between John and Dave's brother Mark. The latter categorically denies any such involvement. NFL castaway, Michael Sam, who unashamedly kissed his "lover" on national TV, was interviewed recently by Oprah Winfrey and celebrated the fact that many NFL players call him and admit they're gay but just haven't come out yet. Regularly on TV celebrities and "experts" celebrate the "fact" that probably 25-30 per