tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78089455295394755642024-10-07T00:14:26.982-05:00Christian Living by Kirra AntrobusAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10893276725168263335noreply@blogger.comBlogger276125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7808945529539475564.post-15887499301521915792014-09-08T07:00:00.000-05:002014-09-08T07:00:01.208-05:00

I am currently reading a book that I'll be reviewing later.  In the introduction, the author reminds us that truth, especially scriptural truth, does not just belong in classrooms and discussions.  It belongs in life. For truth to fulfill its purpose, it needs to be part of everyday life. A great example of this is 1 Corinthians 13. "Love is patient, love is kind and is not

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Last week, I read a book that is way out of my comfort zone.  It was available from my local library as an ebook, and I thought the premise was interesting.   It got to the point where I would not allow myself to read it at night, for fear I would have nightmares. It wasn't a horror story, but it was apocalyptic.  Like The Day After Tomorrow.  Or I Am

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It seems like there are so many more things to be praying for today.  Maybe it’s just that communication has improved and hearing prayer requests isn’t limited to a few minutes during the Sunday service.  It would be an easy thing to pray all day and not run out of people or situations to pray for.  Our cities, our countries, our world needs prayer.  Our families.&

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Shelly Hendricks is a wife and mother of 2 amazing kids. She was a teacher and a librarian in another life. She also suffers from Intracranial Hypertension and Essential Tremor, among a myriad of other issues mostly stemming from these two. She had brain surgery in 2012, to install a VP Shunt, and had a revision in January of this year. She now considers herself to be a ‘bionic woman’ who is

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Deliver Us from Evil by Don Basham was an interesting book about a Christian man's journey from believing that the devil and demons did not exist and had never existed to recognizing the influence of them in our world.  The tag line of the book is "A Pastor's Reluctant Encounters with the Powers of Darkness."  It is really an apt description. At the beginning of this

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Saturday night, I found myself across town with about 30 miles worth of gas in my car.  My husband had told me he would get gas in the morning, so I headed toward home.  I knew there was enough gas to get home and to the gas station in the morning, but I asked God to help us extend that gas a little farther by helping me not have to stop at any red lights. In the interest of full

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It's been a while since I've shared a sermon with you, and it's been a while since I've listened to one from my alma mater, so I knew it was time to find something worth listening to and worth sharing. I was pleased to find one about David, since I've been reading so much about him lately.  (You can see my posts about that here and here.)  This is a great look at David,

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Do demons exist? I recently started reading a book about a particular man's journey in learning about the existence of demons and spiritual warfare.  I was surprised that the man had been the minister of a church that regularly had healings take place and many other miracles, but he solidly did not believe in the real existence of the devil or demons. I have a hard time with the idea

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I've been reading a lot about the life of David lately. First, I read a historical fiction book about Michael, and right after I finished that one, I read two more books from the same author, one about Abigail and one about Bathsheba. While I realize that much of it is conjecture, it brought me into the life of David in a unique way, through the minds of his wives.  I suggest you read

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The lives of Christians in the earliest days of the church were filled with miracles.  And sometimes we hear stories of or experience miracles in our lives today, but it's hard to imagine they can happen to us.  We're imperfect followers who don't always like to do what God asks.  Why would He work miracles in our lives? I won't be one to wonder about the motives of God, but I

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One of the most interesting characters in the Bible was King David.  He was raised as a shepherd, became a part of the king's family, and then became king himself. Even though David was called a man after God's own heart, he had problems like anyone.  Some of those problems stemmed from his multiple wives and their children.  His first wife was taken from him by

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I finally did it; my April A-Z Blogging challenge is over.  If you stuck through it with me, thank you for reading some of the things I learned in college.  I hope you'll stick around to see what's coming next!

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I learned to drive while I was in college.  Yes, I realize that I was a little behind most people my age, but that's what happened. I took my driving test about two weeks before the new school year began because I had decided to live off campus.  Obviously, driving was a necessity if I didn't want to live in the dorms anymore. The place I took my driving test is right in the middle

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Shelly Hendricks is a wife and mother of 2 amazing kids. She was a teacher and a librarian in another life. She also suffers from Intracranial Hypertension and Essential Tremor, among a myriad of other issues mostly stemming from these two. She had brain surgery in 2012, to install a VP Shunt, and had a revision in January of this year. She now considers herself to be a ‘bionic woman’ who is

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Image Courtesy of Salvatore Vuono /FreeDigitalPhotos.net Our dorm floors had doors that opened directly to the outside.  Because of this we had to make sure the doors were properly closed when we went in and out, for safety reasons.  I could walk thirty feet from the door of my dorm room to get to the building where my first class was held. And we ocassionally had to worry about

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Before I went to college, worship usually took place at church.  In summer it took place at church camp, and occasionally it took place in my bedroom. Once I started college, I realized that it can take place on a set of stairs under a cloudy sky only hours after a tornado ripped through a town.  It can take place in a car.  It can take place in a classroom before a lecture

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I LOVED my time in college.  I knew it was expensive, and I knew that a job related to my major was not likely to come with a large paycheck.  I knew I was going to have a couple loans (which I finished paying off last month!). I would never say, though, that my college degree was not worth it.  I chose the major that I found most interesting, and I never regretted it.  To

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In college, I learned about the history of my (non) denomination. The Restoration Movement (not a denomination) consists of the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ), independent Christian churches, and the Churches of Christ. In the earliest days of the movement, when there was only one group, the purpose was to unite the universal church.  No divisions.  But as time passed, some

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I loved school, and I almost always loved my classes.  But one of my favorite days each year was Skip Day. Skip Day was always near the end of the school year, when people were getting tired and ready for a break.  Canceling classes for the day often resulted in due dates and tests being pushed to the next class day.  Much rejoicing was heard! Whether we're in college or out

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This is a lesson I learned before I even started taking classes in college. Every incoming student at OCC takes the Bible Knowledge Entrance Exam a few days before classes start.  It has no bearing on the classes you are placed in, but when students graduate, they take the exact same test again to measure how much they learned throughout their years in Bible college. I admit, I

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In college, I would say I was kind of a typical girl, especially at a Bible college.  I was hoping to graduate with a double major:  BBL (Bachelor of Biblical Literature) and MRS. By the end of my fourth year, I realized that I had one year left (yes, I took five years to finish a four year degree) and there was no one on my radar, and as far as I knew, I was on no one else's. &nbsp

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Because Q is one of the hardest letters to come up with a word for, I am going to use my Q post from the last time I did this challenge.  It fits my theme this year as well as it fits my theme from last time! Qof is a letter in the Hebrew alphabet. I took one semester of Hebrew in college.  I had taken two semesters of Greek before, so having to learn new letters was nothing new,

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There were several classes at my college that were known to be a lot of work.  Church History and Restoration Movement History were known for heavy reading, both with Terry Chaney or Mark Sloneker.  Grammar was expected to be difficult (and hilarious, so long as you had Jackina Stark).  Life of Christ was sure to have a lot of memorization, whether you took the class with Mark

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One of the neatest things about being in college is that there are so many interesting opportunities! At my college there was always something to do, whether it was educational or just fun. A few of the fun things I remember doing . . . My best friend and I competed in a three-legged race on "skip day."  We did not win. Skip day.  One day each spring, toward the end of the year

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Growing up, I was always reading.  I loved The Boxcar Children, The Babysitter's Club, and whatever I could find in the library. I remember one time in third grade, I was reading my most recent book after finishing my classwork, and I looked up to find that the classroom was empty.  Understandably, I was confused until I realized it was recess.  That meant that I had missed the

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