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Helmut Thielicke-"the devil succeeds in laying his cuckoo eggs in a pious nest...the sulphurous stench of hell is as nothing compared with the evil odor emitted by divine grace gone putrid."

I hope that God would fashion in me a sense of disgust for my own corruption. That I would first become dissatisfied with my own dormant position in life and not glare at others in order that I may blame them for all the disgrace in the world. The homeless will remain hungry as long as my refrigerator stays full, and the hopeless will live broken as long as I linger in my room. I cannot delay. This is an emergency. Grace is the ambulance.-C.L.

Nothing New that Hasn't Already Held me Back

Sometimes I dream...actually my mind is consumed with dreams. Heaven, eternity, grace and food are usually the main four that are on this palate of thought that sits inside my head. But oh how dreams become sadly mediocre when I allow tomorrow to stand in the way of what I will do today. I consent possibility to slide out of my grip into the full wastebasket of my crumpled up ideas. Therefore changing actuality into something that it should never have to be. The ideal reverie would be to take action against the mediocre. Standing against hesitation, apprehension and non-action. In all reality non-action is the one thing that prevents the church from unleashing its true potential. So instead we become just a bunch of walking potentials in the midst of a distracted world. I hold in my heart a revolutionary way to live…its due time to let it go. –C.L.