Writing me.

I feel like I’ve jumped right out of my skin. I just listed to a Paris Reidhead sermon on humanism and after I listened to it I had to fall to my knees and repent.

He talks about how humanism is so dangerous because it has crept into christianity. He told a story about when he went on a missions trip to Africa and he wanted so bad to save “the savages” from hell, but when he got there he realized they didn’t want to turn from their sin. He said they deserved hell and he called them, ” monsters of iniquity “. He went back to his room so mad at God for sending him there to help save a people from Hell when they didn’t even want it. He went there motivated by humanism: not wanting people to suffer hell. God told him, (in so many words) “They are going to go to hell not because they haven’t heard the gospel but they are sinners who love their sin. I didn’t send you out there for them or for their sakes. I sent you to Africa for MY SAKE, they deserve hell but I love them and I endured the agonys of hell for them. I sent you out there for ME, do I not deserve the reward of my sufferings?” IT’S NOT BECAUSE WE DESERVE IT (HEAVEN OR ANYTHING), IT’S BECAUSE HE DESERVES US! He died to deserve us!

I think I’ve learned that we should evangelize because people are going to hell and loving them means you don’t want them to go to hell. I’ve made it an humanistic approach. I know I need to love people but maybe I haven’t been taught that the best way to love them is to show them that they are sinners in need of a savior and they need to repent. (with or without heaven and hell)  WE (as a country) DON’T FEAR GOD ANYMORE!   HE deserves the GLORY. He died for HIS GLORY! He is worthy of our life to be lived out HOLY for Him here on earth not because we get to go to heaven. HE IS WORTHY without HEAVEN!

I’m preaching, I know. I’m preaching to myself. I want to FEAR GOD and not my selfishness or Man. I want to understand how to hate my sin and make sure my life is used as a tool for God’s glory alone.

Jesus, teach me to fear your name,

Tara Jean Powers

Dave and I are celebrating our 3rd anniversary today!

3 years ago today I was scrambling to make my backyard into something that resembled a fairytale.  I was so busy and excited that I forgot to eat all day and by the time I had my dress on, I felt that I was going to faint. (I’ve never fainted before but I’m pretty sure it was about to happen) My mom came to the rescue with a few life-saving saltine crackers. I was so nervous going into the church. My stomach was in knots. The music began and they swung open the doors. I took a deep breath and entered the small church sanctuary. I didn’t think I could make it down the aisle until I caught a glimpse of him. You know you see the movies, read the stories, and it all seems so impossible until it happens. Life for that brief moment paused. I don’t remember anything but looking at him at that point. I wanted to run down the aisle, throw my arms around him and kiss him. (how inappropriate that might have been) It still takes my breath away even now to recount the story.

Life for the past 3 years has been a whirlwind hasn’t it babe? We have had romance, laughs, tears, arguments, confrontations, tickle fights, intimacy, spiritual awakenings, pregnancy, worship times, adventures, bills, pretty and ugly moments, bruises, kisses, new hairstyles, prayers, cuddling, and our beautiful baby boy. You rescued me, David Michael Powers. I love you.

God made me perfect for you and formed you perfectly for me. Amen.