For the Christian, the iron gate of death was opened by the blood of Christ and the empty tomb.
It is by his perfect surrender that our true Exodus was accomplished.
Forgiveness is not ours to manufacture. It is ours to proclaim.

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With a new year comes many new things. In the corporate world, we again introduced to our yearly performance review.
I am often haunted by my past. I am daily haunted by what I should be doing.
There was a TV show back in the ‘90s called “Dinosaurs” that I used to sneak into the living room at night to watch.
When I hear the word “repentance” my mind quickly goes to those old terror inducing Chick Tracts.
In the United States Marine Corps, part of my training involved Enemy Prisoner of War (EPW) handling. The 6 rules of EPW handling are:
I hate driving. I am more of a “pew-pew” guy than a “vroom-vroom” guy. I battle my own heart every day in Atlanta traffic.
I cannot recall how many times I sang along to this theme song, punching and kicking as a kid in the 80s. But much of my desire to join the Marine Corps had its genesis in the 80s cartoon “G.I. Joe: A Real American Hero.”
The words “gift of righteousness” will bring about two completely polar opposite feelings: One of Dread. One of Relief.
“Obey God and he will bless you,” says the wind and the reed is bent over and bruised throughout. “God will never stop loving you but you can disappoint him,” says the wind and the once lit candle is now a sad smoldering wick.
My experience as a Christian did not revolve around Christ. It revolved around asking, “What is God’s will for my life?” Hunting the answer to this question was my god, and I paid homage to it every day.