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It is such an amazing story! Patrick, a young, former slave in Ireland, was called by God in the 400’s to go share the Gospel of Christ with those same Irish people who 
had enslaved him just a few years before! Yet, without fear, he boldly entered again into that realm and became the agent of liberty to those who had once been his agents of slavery.
He developed this boldness because Christ had revealed Himself to him in such a living way. Patrick’s faith in Jesus was no cold orthodoxy; his was a living relationship with the living, resurrected Son of God! In Patrick’s life, Jesus was Lord! We get a glimpse of the intimacy between him and his Lord when he writes of hearing His voice. With great humility he simply states that God said to him:
“He who gave His life for you, He it is who speaks within you.”
(Great Christian Classics, Kevin Swanson ed.; Generations With Vision, pub. 2010; p. 140)
His knowledge of Christ was deeper than most of us today. He understood that Jesus dwelt inside him. He knew Christ, not only as the Continue reading
For starters, it is not logical: Not in origin, not in practice. No matter what kind of surgery you have on the body, you cannot change the genes. We are internally what God made us to be, either a male or a female. This cannot be changed. Change on the outside does not change what is inside, in the genes or internal organs. Neither can we change the way we go about doing things. All established order in this earth recognizes a male “approach” to things and a female “approach” to things. Thus, you can be a “transvestite” (meaning you can dress like the opposite sex) but you cannot be “transgendered”.
The women filed into the tomb one by one. They stood there absolutely amazed, questions flying through their heads. All of a sudden the tomb was filled with brilliant radiance. Another being—no, two of them—were sitting on the stone bed: One where Jesus’ head had been, the other at the feet. These creatures were so majestic the women fell on their faces before them. As they bowed low, the women heard them say, “Why do you seek the living One among the dead? He is not here; He is risen. Remember how He spoke to you while in Galilee, telling you He would be killed by sinners, but on the third day would rise again.” (From Luke 24:5-7) The light they were bowing in seemed to sink into their souls. They remembered! Now it began to make sense. He had told them this. He had said it was all part of the Father’s plan. He must die, but He would come back to life again…after three days! One of the angels interrupted their thoughts by issuing a command: “Go, tell His disciples—and Peter!” (From Mark 16:7) While the words were not harsh, they were authoritative. Mary obeyed. She got up and, shielding her eyes from the brightness, she stumbled out of the tomb and then began 
-He was outspent probably 2 to 1.
was poised to be one of the most “Pro-life states” in this nation. However, political maneuvering in the House of Representatives killed most every bill designed to protect children in the womb. I remember the frustration of driving away from Frankfort at the end of the Legislative sessions. It was heart-breaking, knowing that thousands of children would be murdered in Kentucky that year because we could not get politicians to enact law that would protect them in their time in the womb. Twelve long years children in the womb languished under oppressive government. But now, finally, many of them (though not yet all) will be protected.
disciples, both personally and as a group. They were desperately trying to make sense of the recent events which had ended in Jesus’ death. They were now afraid they may have been wrong about Him being the Promised One. All the while, they were fearful of what the next opening of the door might bring. They were afraid to go out, but afraid to stay in. They were simply—afraid! Each day passed in tearful grief and painful questionings. As the weekly Sabbath day came to a close, their questions were no more answered than they had been three days ago when they watched Him die. Oh, why had He died?
Jesus cried out, “It…is…finished!” (John 19:30) The words rang with victory, with accomplishment! It was as if His perspective on this whole ordeal was that a work was being done. The tone of His voice spoke of completing something that had been planned from eternity past. The books were now balanced! He had paid man’s debt to God: That debt of one perfect life which man had incurred in Eden when he used, for selfish purposes, the perfect life God had loaned him. Jesus’ perfect life had been offered up as a sacrifice to God to pay man’s debt. The work was now accomplished! (Colossians 2:13-15)
wind was picking up now, making any site of land impossible. Not only was it looking like they wouldn’t be able to find a place to build their houses today, they were beginning to fear this might be their last day on earth. This storm was such a rage they began to pray in desperation that they could find any safe harbor. Suddenly, as if God had intervened, the wind died enough for one of them to see what he thought was a shoreline. They struggled desperately with the waves and the elements, and with great difficulty finally made land. They had no clue where they were, for in weeks of looking around Cape Cod for a place to settle their families, they had never been here before. They were really afraid because their guns had gotten wet and would not fire. They had already encountered the Indians in this area and they had proven to be enemies instead of friends. The men prayed and prayed for the storm to stop and for God to protect them.
The little boy tugged at the young man’s coat sleeve. “How far is it to America?” he asked, “Will we soon be there?” “No, lad,” the man replied, “It will take many days to cross this huge ocean.” The little boy gazed briefly across the ocean to the west. Then, unaware of the risks of such a voyage, he ran to find his friend to tell him this ship, the Mayflower, would be their playground for a long time. The young man continued to gaze across the vast ocean. His thoughts drifted back twenty years—to the time he had first met these people he was now a part of.
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