You probably walked by the most valuable item, but you didn’t recognize… A story about Banksy, an iconic but unknown artist.
Did you ever encounter a difficult discussion about faith? Sometimes you find treasures in the old stories of believers in the first centuries of Christianity. Like this ancient story about an old monk who was asked about his opinion.
The painting of The Last Supper by Leonardo Da Vinci is one of the most iconic paintings in Western art history. There’s a lot to say about this painting and the story behind it.
I always sought to outdo myself…because others’ gazes had damaged my soul in unsuspected ways. I was always puny and small, and my classmates didn’t hesitate to remind me…
God loves you, and I do too, because He has placed His love for you inside of me. I pray that He continues to bless you day after day!
Whenever you’re tempted to grimace at your reflection in the mirror, doubt your worth, or compare yourself to others, remember this truth and embrace it:You are not a failure. You are a miracle.
The story of Queen Esther shows how the bravery of one girl saved an entire nation! It’s a very special story.
Once Jesus was teaching the people about God when four friends tried to reach Jesus so he could heal their crippled friend. But it was so crowded, they were not able to come close.
10 DAYS AFTER ASCENSION DAY. On this day the Holy Spirit appeared, to strengthen the believers. This is also viewed as the beginning of the Christian church.
The Germans celebrated Winter Solstice and the Romans Saturnalia, the festival in honour of Saturn the god of light. Through Christianization these festivals were replaced by the celebration of Jesus’ birth.
“If this is all there is, then what’s the point?”
That describes how I felt about life as a young adult. My life lacked purpose and fulfillment. I just existed.
God has done so many great things in my life. He has helped me through tough times and answered so many prayers – even the small everyday things. At times when I have been greatly stressed I learnt to give all my worry over to him and as a result felt complete peace and joy in the midst of all that was going on – and that is simply incredible!
So, I was lying face down on my bed. It was about 4am, one night in my first year at university and I was feeling absolutely exhausted, but my heart was still pumping with the caffeine from red bull & pro plus.
Two weeks after the funeral I returned to The University for my second year. It wasn’t the same; I missed my dad. I spent my days feeling sad and then trying not to feel sad. Mostly I attempted this by drinking, comfort eating, skipping lectures and finding comfort in different relationships.
Dead. I wanted to be dead. I wanted Death’s arms to envelope me and take me from this life: a life full of pain, abuse, abandonment, disappointment, hatred; I didn’t want it anymore. Oh, sweet surrender! Come Death, come!