“Yet when God entered time and became a man, he who was boundless became bound. Imprisoned in flesh. Restricted by weary-prone muscles and eyelids. For more than three decades, his once limitless reach would be limited to the stretch of an arm, his speed checked to the pace of human feet.I wonder, was he ever tempted to regain his boundlessness? In the middle of a long trip, did he ever consider transporting himself to the next city? When the rain chilled his bones, was he tempted to change the weather? When the heat parched his lips, did he give thought to popping over to the Caribbean for some refreshment? If he ever entertained such thoughts, he never gave into them. Not once. Stop and think about this. Not once did Christ use his supernatural powers for personal comfort. With one word, he could've transformed the hard earth into a soft bed, but he didn't. With a wave of his hands, he could've boomeranged the spit of his accusers back into their faces, but he didn't. With an arch of his brow, he could've paralyzed the hand of the soldier as he braided the crown of thorns. But he didn't.”
“Yet when God entered time and became a man, he who was boundless became bound. Imprisoned in flesh. Restricted by weary-prone muscles and eyelids. For more than three decades, his once limitless reach would be limited to the stretch of an arm, his speed checked to the pace of human feet.I wonder, was he ever tempted to regain his boundlessness? In the middle of a long trip, did he ever consider transporting himself to the next city? When the rain chilled his bones, was he tempted to change the weather? When the heat parched his lips, did he give thought to popping over to the Caribbean for some refreshment? If he ever entertained such thoughts, he never gave into them. Not once. Stop and think about this. Not once did Christ use his supernatural powers for personal comfort. With one word, he could've transformed the hard earth into a soft bed, but he didn't. With a wave of his hands, he could've boomeranged the spit of his accusers back into their faces, but he didn't. With an arch of his brow, he could've paralyzed the hand of the soldier as he braided the crown of thorns. But he didn't.”
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“The meaning of life. The wasted years of life. The poor choices of life. God answers the mess of life with one word: 'grace.”
Max Lucado“GRACEGRACE is the GIFT of God's Riches' the PEACE of God, The LOVE of God, The HOPE of God.”
Max Lucado“God sees us with the eyes of a Father. He sees our defects, errors, and blemishes. But He also sees our value. What did Jesus know that enabled Him to do what He did? Here’s part of the answer: He knew the value of people. He knew that each human being is a treasure. And because He did, people were not a source of stress, but a source of joy.”
Max Lucado, Lar: I Never Knew That Was in the Bible: Inspirational Thoughts for Each Day of the Year“Focus on giants - you stumble.Focus on God - Giants tumble.”
Max Lucado, Cast of Characters: Common People in the Hands of an Uncommon God“Don't worry about having the right words; worry more about having the right heart. It's not eloquence he seeks, just honesty.”
Max Lucado, Cast of Characters: Common People in the Hands of an Uncommon God“When Jesus says he will keep you safe, he means it. Hell will have to get through him to get to you.”
Max Lucado, A Gentle Thunder: Hearing God Through the Storm“It seems to me that election season is just a Petri dish for anger and cynicism.”
Max Lucado“There is a time for risky love. There is a time for extravagant gestures. There is a time to pour out your affections on one you love. And when the time comes - seize it, don't miss it.”
Max Lucado“A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd.”
Max Lucado“The meaning of life. The wasted years of life. The poor choices of life. God answers the mess of life with one word: 'grace.'”
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