I am going to be honest. I wasn't raised in church. I was baptized in a Methodist church, went for a few years, and then made the decision to not go any longer. In the midst of my curious late teen years, I became a practicing Wiccan. I was doing horrible things to myself and to be hinest, probably others as well.
We I came to know the Lord, it was through a crisis. Knowing there had to be more when I was thinking that my life was ending. Sometimes, that's what it takes.
Church, I'm not going to sit here and watch a Christian holocaust start. I'm not going to sit back with my mouth shut and watch my brothers and sisters around the world lay their life on the line. It is time to rise up church!
Jesus calls us to walk like him. To be his hands and feet. How many are actively in the community praying for people, laying hands, sharing the Gospel? It is time. Whether you'd like to believe it or not, we are closing in on end times ladies and gentlemen. It is only going to get darker. But darkness must flee in the presence of light.
GO BE THAT LIGHT!
God Bless and Keep Smilin'
Stephanie ><>