An “Annoying Distraction”?

I LOVE this post by Cindy Dawson! Although my blog is about healing from PTSD and not about religious matters, my healing did not begin until I met a group of genuinely caring, empathetic, loving Christians. After years of trauma and abuse, some at the hands of self-professed ‘Christians’, I was utterly broken, starved for love, and I did not believe in God. I thought that a truly good, loving, all-powerful, and all-knowing God would not allow all the evil that exists in this world. I have learned a lot in the 19 years since I became a Christian believer. And it all started with a small group of genuinely loving, respectful, caring Christians. ❤

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Did you know even that if you’re the most eloquent preacher on the planet and thousands attend your conferences and buy your books, if you don’t show God’s love to people, God says you are only an “annoying distraction”?

And if you have such a strong faith that you can perform miracles, but you don’t love your fellow man, you’re just a nobody.

Not only that, if you sell everything you own and give it all to feed the poor, but you don’t spread God’s love, it does you no good at all.

Read 1 Corinthians 13: 1-3 from the Amplified Bible, (AMP).

“If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have notlove [for others growing out of God’s love for me], then I have become only a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal [just an annoying distraction].2And if I havethe gift of

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My brother was in this building when it was bombed ~ Updated with a message from my brother

I posted this 2 years ago. My brother’s wife has covid-19 now. He told me yesterday that she is beginning to feel better and he has gone back to work. Prayers for my brother and his bride are much appreciated!

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Twenty-four years ago, on June 25, 1996, my brother was in this Khobar Tower building when it was bombed. In fact, he was outside on the balcony, smoking a cigarette, just moments before the bomb went off. He walked inside his room and seconds later, the balcony that he had just been standing on was gone.

My brother was in the U.S. Air Force, there on a peace keeping mission. In the aftermath of the bombing, he helped pull the bodies of his fellow Airmen out of the rubble, young men that he had just finished training.

Every year at this time, my brother is haunted by the memories of what happened on this day. A couple of days ago, he changed his Facebook profile picture to this picture of the blown out building.

Please say a prayer for my brother. He is a newlywed, married less than a month…

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