“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1 

Faith is different than religion.

Religion, comes with rules.

 When pursuing Faith, you pursue a relationship.

I’ll choose relationship. 

It’s been said hell is the absence of God.

I’ve lived there.

I don’t like it.

It’s dark.

^“For the wages of sin is death…

…but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 6:23

Which brings light…

I don’t deserve light.

But Jesus said, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 2 Corinthians 12:9

And that is more than enough.

It’s simple.

Happy Easter!

He is Risen!

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to talk to God? I mean face to face with your creator. I wonder. What does he look like? What does he smell like? Does he really smell like rain? What would you ask Him?

When my Mom called and said she had a book for me to read. I listened. Not because I listen to everything she says necessarily. But, it was about five years after losing my brother, her second born, and she said there was little that had given her more comfort than this book. Whoa!

First off, this book is fiction. But by the time I got to the end (which didn’t take long) I was wishing  parts of it were true.

Second. I had a great sadness too. Maybe everyone does. A place where I could go and not forgive. A place where I could waller around in the lies, injustices of life and past regrets; picking scabs off of old wounds, and drinking deeply in darkness of my soul. Festering and bubbly was this place, who’s nausea, was debilitating and addicting. This mess is a place, my place. My home, where I lived when I thought no one was watching. When I read this book…it took me there…right along with Mack. Miraculously by the time I turned the last page the stores of my sadness were depleted, and in their place…Peace.

This fiction book isn’t religious. It’s the opposite of that. Freeing, maybe? (Oh, don’t be hate’n! I’m not being blasphemous.) The Shack is just simply more relational than religious more cynical than churchy. It’s a paradoxical twist on the crossroads of life…Maybe. Kinda. DARN HARD TO EXPLAIN ANYWAY! If I had to choose ONE word…Life-changing!

I have given six copies of this book away. (Fixin’ on being seven, here shortly…stay tuned.) For this tight wad, who seldom buys books, that’s something! When I give it, I feel I’m giving the ultimate gift. Something money can’t buy:  Peace… forgiveness… understanding… who knows. You read it and tell me.

I’ll give one book away to a random person who can tell me: What would you ask God? If sitting kneecap to kneecap with Him (assuming the Great I Am has kneecaps. I’m just sure he does.) Just leave your answer by clicking the comments under this post. I’ll take care of the rest.

Contest ends Sunday, February 8th at 12:00 p.m. (high noon) central standard time.  One entry per person, please.

God Speed.

Simply,
Sis

P. S. I like this, interview with God.  http://www.reata.org/interview2.html It reminds me of this book.