Unapologetically Apostolic

After writing the other day about the hem being Him, my thoughts have been racing. The initial thought was about how the hem was the closest part of that garment to the ground besides the sandals on the feet. It would have been covered in the muck, dirt and grime from the traveling between cities. Its not like it is now where we hop in our cars to go town to town. Nope, they walked on some very dusty roads. Yet, the woman with the issue of blood was determined to reach that hem.  Psalm 40:2 was at the front of my mind as this thought came and went: "He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the mirey clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings."   But as I was sitting here in silent contemplation on where to go with that as a writing topic, the Lord dropped it into my spirit that we go from the pit into a promise. My initial thought was "What do you mean God?", but then stories began to unfold in my mind.  There are several stories of men...

Once Matt and I got married, he introduced me to the music of a southern gospel group that he liked.  He had met them while his dad was still alive and singing in a group himself.  I had never heard of Four by Grace but I find that I really liked their music.  Of course they covered many well known favorites along with writing a few originals along the way as well.  There was one song that seemed to be the "funeral song" at every family members service in the years that we were together. It's very slow and only one voice with the swell of a piano as the song reaches its climax. The songs title, Mountain Climber. The premise of the family in playing this song always was the climb of the spirit of the one who had passed to heaven as the final journey, especially since there is a line in the first verse that says just one more of many mountains. As I was sharing the song lyrics with a friend one night, the weight of the words struck me. I'm going to try to explain what ...

Two times this weekend I was in a church service where the woman with the issue of blood was spoken of. What I have learned this weekend was from the message which was brought or written in the Word wasn't spoken from the mouth of a man, but was heard loudly as it whispered within. Let's first begin by taking a look at who this woman was and what she represented.  All the word tells us is that she was a woman with "an issue of blood for 12 years".  What this issue was we are not told. Did she have an open wound that had a constant flow of blood to it? Was it something similar to her cycle where there was a constant discharge? We don't have that answer but what we do know is that she had spent her life seeing doctor after doctor yet finding no relief. She had given everything she had to these men for an answer but no matter what she did or what she took, the situation remained unchanged.  Can you imagine the isolation and loneliness that this woman went through? He...