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I’ve been thinking lately about why a lot of Christian art seems to be, well, not as good as a lot of as the cut-throat secular market does, but I think I’ve found an interesting distinction that might help us Christians do art to the peak of our ability as well. I heard recently that if you write a book and it has the words “damn” or “hell” in it, a bunch of the And God can help us make this happen.

When I try to seek you, you just tell me things like, Women cannot speak in church and are saved by childbirth You tell Moses you will kill all of your own people When they made a golden calf. You say unless I sell all my possessions And choose not to go to my own father’s funeral I cannot follow All others will go to hell.

And when hell seems RIDICULOUSLY cruel. They held on through the tension. We know the gift of sexuality must be held with a certain tension. It’s almost like everything that is good was made to be held in tension.

You look like hell but no matter what you’ve done, I’m just glad to have you home.  “Well, the hair really isn’t so important but you still can’t bring drugs or guns into the house. I think she probably ran to Jesus and finally fell into her lover’s arms, his scent and spirit fulfilling

And how God told her to tell an alcoholic abusive neighbor about Christ, but when she got home he himself had unexpectedly come to her door to ask her to tell him about Jesus. She has seen the scary and hellish depths the human soul is capable of feeling. I think we will tell stories in heaven. The followers of God may be raked through coals, they may have the hell ripped right out of them, they

But he knew that if they got it wrong it could be hell. Was she taking them to a hellish city? ”Why did you slow down,” she asked tenderly. “ ”But that’s down-hill. "Hello! Sir!" The figure stopped and walked up to them, an older man. And he held onto it like a rope.

I was held in protective custody in a small cell with a sink and a toilet and a bed, but even the guards to my cell wanted to get it from me.  It was hell. Then a new bit of news broke.  There was a man who claimed that he was Mr. I looked down the hall and listened to the voices.  I only usually help the people that will help me back. 

He’s there to help us.” “I know that’s what they teach you. “Maybe, but how will it help me? To help others?” Leonardo was quiet. The king let him think about it. “Well, now you won’t be able to go IN your shop. You can say hello to Marco, he’ll ride back with you, and say hello to your wife’s family.

“I don’t like that you got let go, but I am hoping this will help you see some things I’ve recognized "Hello?" Her voice was very shaky. “Hey hunny," Clarence said, "do you have plans for dinner?” which he told her what happened at the office, how they would probably be okay financially, but how it helped

As she started to tell me, I realized I wanted to hear more. She shows me her sign and it says, “Hello this is my findraiser for better life. If you can help, or will, I hope, may God bless.” She fell into doing crack again. and may have advice to help you.

She had helped him heal from veteran trauma which even led him to Christ and helped him become a leader Moping about her work reviews not going as well as her younger peers. The vet knelt down next to them to tell them the situation. It reminded him of the type of magic she had that could heal. “Well, maybe I could start one?

I think what God is telling us is that what he offers is free. I picture God and I are on a ship and he is my a quiet captain at the helm. And I go to sleep at night trusting him at my helm. me, “Hello, it's me. Or “Go help that person.”