Open Arms Running through the shadows, a whisper in the dark Every misstep echoing, leaving its bitter mark They spoke of rules and failings, a debt I couldn't pay Their judging eyes like arrows, chasing me away I felt t
Hospitality, as revealed in Scripture, is far more than a social gesture; it is a vital spiritual discipline deeply woven into God's redemptive plan for us. We find that embracing the stranger and God's messenger directly invites divine intervention and life-altering encounters, transforming our spaces into crucibles of His life.
A Sanctuary of Welcome: Cultivating Redemptive Hospitality 2 Kings 4:9-10 • Titus 1:8
Grace for All Ashamed to ask for mighty men, for horses and for shield We told them of Your gracious hand, our God upon the field But in my heart, I knew the truth, a sinner, weak and frail Like Paul, I cried, "I am the
Outstretched Hands Rushing through the market square, another voice calls out my name A fleeting glance, a hurried prayer, try to avoid the gaze of shame "Go in peace, stay warm, be fed," my hollow words echo in air Whil
God Has Drawn Near When shadows lengthen, and the burdens press so low, My very spirit whispers, "Lord, don't let Your presence go!" Like ancient hearts that yearned, beneath a heavy hand, For closeness just beyond their
Scripture reveals God's profound, proactive mercy in response to our rebellion, calling us to a holistic repentance anchored in His superabundant, free forgiveness that surpasses all sin. This divine compassion is perfectly embodied in Jesus, the Divine Physician, who came for the spiritually sick and declared that God desires active mercy more than ritual.
The Enduring Call: God's Boundless Mercy for the Broken Isaiah 55:7 • Matthew 9:13
In Your Embrace The sun is setting on my pride There is no place for me to hide The "great matters" I leave behind In the quiet, Your peace I find I used to cry for what I lacked But now I’m leaning on Your back. Like a
Sour to Sweet I looked around at the easy life They had the gold, I had the knife Twisting inside, cutting me deep Robbing my joy, stealing my sleep. My heart was sour, fermenting within A piercing grief, a secret sin.