matt tullos: writer
There once was a church on a hill by the bay, with a wonderful spirit of love, you might say, till a ragged stranger came inside and rumors abounded far and wide. Some thought he came from a shelter or prison, and feared he might cause the church shame or a schism.
In the year of disappointment, loneliness, fear, In the year of confusion, desperation, and chaos,
[blockquote align=”left” variation=”orange”]The fuel of desperation compels us to open up our closets, or treasures, our secret wounds, our addictions because pride is no longer an option for us.[/blockquote]
There once was a church upon a hill where everything was fine until the paint inside was getting old and peeling in some spots, I’m told. The pastor called a business meeting. And after the preliminary meeting, The deacons cried, “Come one! Come all! What color should we paint each wall?” They gathered in the […]
If you’re baffled by my list, you should see God’s. If you’ve ever been picked last at a ball game, passed over for a promotion, or rejected, you’re thankful for a God who equates elitism with immorality. You thank God for His list. (Hey, I’m even on it!)
Lord Have mercy… On the lost in foreign lands On the hopeless needing helping hands On the broken- desolation’s child On the unwed mother’s lonely mile On the blind who stumble in the dark On the ones who miss the mark On the hungry, void of bread mourners ’round their loved one’s bed On secret […]
Why is God so interested in money and time? The answer is simple: it determines where our heart’s desire really is.
The following is a sermon based of David’s experience of desolation and failure in a place called Ziklag.
It’s hard to know where the seed of bitterness began Perhaps before the dawn of man When an angel of light, Heaven’s delight Wasn’t satisfied with reflecting someone else’s might.