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Tag Archives: Romans 5:8
The Star
Back during World War II a little boy and his father were out for a drive on Christmas Eve. As they drove by houses that were decorated for Christmas the boy noticed that many of the windows had a star. … Continue reading
Seriousness of Sin
A newly ordained Catholic priest was nervous about hearing confessions, so he asked an older, more experienced priest to observe one of his sessions and give him some advice. After a few minutes of watching and listening, the older priest … Continue reading
Unlikely
Someone once pointed out that Christians are unlikely people called by an unlikely king to do unlikely things. Let’s take a closer look at that statement. First of all, who are we that God would take notice of us? The … Continue reading
Willing Sacrifice
Henry “Bill” Warner and John Middaugh bonded together when they served in a war zone during the Vietnam War. They learned to count on each other, and after the war they continued to stay in touch. Warner and Middaugh, both … Continue reading
Covering Our Mistakes
A delivery truck recently left a package on our front porch. However, the package wasn’t addressed to us. It should have been delivered to our neighbors up the street. It’s no problem for me to take the package to my neighbor. … Continue reading
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Tagged God's love, illustration, Jesus' sacrificial death, Romans 5:8, salvation, sin
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Meaningful Death
On a recent trip to Washington, D.C., my wife and I visited Arlington National Cemetery. As we moved through the grounds, we took notice of the distinctive grave markers. The symmetry of their color, shape, size and alignment is quite … Continue reading
Trading Places
Imagine a condemned criminal nervously pacing back and forth in his cell the evening of his execution. Publicly, he has denied his guilt, but privately he knows that his crimes were so terrible that he deserves the death penalty. The date … Continue reading
Welcome Substitute
When I was a scrawny 12-year-old, I used to tag along with some older boys and men who had a slow pitch softball team. Occasionally, they would be short of players, and in their desperation, they would actually let me … Continue reading
