If I Saw My Children Crying I Would Do Something

Uncontained tears spilled from a mature Christian mom's eyes. Her soul bled in desperation and her heart heaved - broken.
Uncontained tears spilled from a mature Christian mom's eyes. Her soul bled in desperation and her heart heaved - broken.
The stirring of faith is the mixing of my soul with those more earnest and faithfully stubborn than I. British born Leonard Ravenhill (1907-1994) was such a man.
Ambition and righteousness are not bed partners. Confession time. . . I find it far too easy to pursue godliness ambitiously, for personal gain.
Littering each day's paths are the morsels of earth's offerings. They distract our eyes, claim our hearts and trip our feet.
Gender muting is new. But it has been on the cards since 1978 and the worldwide assault for homosexual acceptability.
With an undeniable guarantee - life refuses the heart. Upheavals are the flavor of living across the globe. My world too flows in a persistent flux.
Maybe your heart has ached and your eyes hunted for a friendly smile, just one? But none was found! Everybody always knows an ache or two inside.
Evil multiplies at an hitherto unseen pace. Yesterday a shouting ISIS inspired youth took a knife and axe to passengers on a Bavarian train. He was shot and killed.
Sickening smoke billowed from Ravensbruck's crematorium. This, no doubt caused each inmate to fearfully ponder both evil and their brief mortality.
'History is heading somewhere'. ~ David Beasant July14th's SoulSnack was published with a prophetic tinge only hours before France bled afresh for Evil still spills.