LIVING IN THE LAST HOUR

My previous INITIALS were iam. This is a picture of the tower of the americas in my BEAUTIFUL city of San Antonio.

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  • I was saved in 1982. At that time Christians were in an uproar over the barcode which many believed was the mark of the beast. And it was only a matter of time before Christians would have to take the mark, or die. Yes. It was pretty intense. I was doing some research on evangelicals…

  • Beautiful flowers in December can bloom among bare trees, as those that are alive in Christ can live among those dead in their sin. Scripture tells that we are in the world, but we are not of this world. I am no horticulturist, but even I can say that not all flowers bloom in December,…

  • In 2013, when my grandson was born,  his first day home, he began to experience some health issues. He gave us a fright. We prayed and we took him to the ER where the doctors were unable to diagnose a condition. He was admitted to the NICU for testing and treatment for what they suspected was a seizure…

  • Super moon rising over San Antonio. I took my grandsons to watch this celestial phenomenon. We watched it from a local park. If it wasn’t for the cool play equipment they might have found it a bit more exciting. They still found it so cool to watch.

  • “And as he sat upon the mount of Olives, the disciples came unto him privately, saying, Tell us, when shall these things be? and what shall be the sign of thy coming, and of the end of the world? And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you.” —Matthew 24:3-4…

  • Originally posted on Redbird's Roost: “So prepare your minds for action and exercise self-control. Put all your hope in the gracious salvation that will come to you when Jesus Christ is revealed to the world. So you must live as God’s obedient children. Don’t slip back into your old ways of living to satisfy your…

  • Originally posted on Redbird's Roost: “God pursues us in our restlessness, receives us in our sinfulness, holds us in our brokenness.” – Scotty Smith