Heritage: Are you leaving one of victory or defeat?

This past Sunday was dubbed by the leadership as 'Heritage Sunday: Building Homes that Glorify God.' In effort to give the flock a biblical focus on what is truly important.

Therefore, I thought and prayed of how I can speak about this topic to Timothy's Well. The Lord led me to the small New Testament book of Jude. I really love this little letter for from it I have learned the biblical importance of knowing your history, knowing what you believe, and knowing who you believe. So this past Sunday I began a study oncerning the main point of this letter.

First let me give the context from which this letter was written.
From the introduction in the ESV:

"The letter of Jude warned against those who, having gained admission to the church, were perverting the grace of God, denying “our only Master and Lord, Jesus Christ” (v. 4). Jude used Old Testament examples to warn of these “blemishes” on the church. He wrote multiple denunciations of these ungodly people who “defile the flesh” and “reject authority” (v. 8). In contrast, he urged Christians to continue in godliness and love toward such people, convincing some, “snatching them out of the fire” (vv. 22–23). The book of Jude closes with one of the most beautiful doxologies in all of Scripture (vv. 24–25). Jude was probably the half brother of Jesus Christ and the brother of James. Jude likely wrote in about a.d. 69."

The Holy Bible : English standard version. 2001 . Standard Bible Society: Wheaton

How does this context apply to the church today?

Burying A Friend

A month has gone by since my last post. Much has happened since then that has contributed to change and transition in my life. It all happened on Tuesday, August 21.

That morning I awoke with a new task ahead of me, my first day of teaching at Twin City Christian Academy. The day went so well! I was able to begin all my classes by laying the foundation of a Christian Worldview and it seemed that all my students were eager to soak up the truth I presented. I realized that this was going to be the routine for the next nine months of my life.

As I was reading my email after school, I discovered that one of my childhood friends passed away. Matt Potter, one of my closest friends. I immediately drove to his mother's house to find her and Matt's older brother mourning. Susan, Matt's mother asked me to do the funeral services. I agreed.