Beth Moore

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Don’t anyone mess with me today. I just put a duvet cover back on a king size comforter and have nearly lost the will to live.
Advent means we need not be discouraged or despairing over these acknowledgments, these waves of fresh awareness. We need only bend our aching knees to this ailing earth, lift our chins toward the heavens and pray with all the earnestness of our ordinariness, Come, Lord Jesus.
The broken promises of consumerism. The betrayal of self-interest. Our bodies are not doing what our minds are telling them to do. But here's what we have to offer you, Lord: our commonness in being human. Frail. Weak. More often than not, disappointing. Failures at being gods."
The earth itself is ailing, Lord. You have given us the capacity & calling to rejoice and, for this, we thank you with all of our hearts. We are not so depleted of energy that we cannot still raise our voices in praise but we are reckoning with the trauma of the years. The lies.
If I'm beginning to get it, I think Advent--the looking toward Christ's second coming as we remember his first--begins and indeed endures with the solidarity of our vulnerability. "We are hurting here, Lord. It's scary down here, Lord. Truth be told, our bodies are dying, Lord.
I wanted to be extraordinary to the glory of God. But I'm realizing he may prefer I be ordinary to his glory instead. In his first advent, is that not how Jesus chose to come? In an ordinary body that required food and drink and sleep? That bled when cut? Bruised when hit?
Not whining. I'm awake and alive in Jesus. My soul's at greater peace than ever in my life. Peace has not been my strong suit. Passion has but I'm learning how to hold them simultaneously. Sacredly. Anyway, I'm writing to say it's a new thought to me, this beauty of ordinariness.
gracious credit alone, I'm healing up from the tearing up of the last six years but it's taken an undeniable toll. I feel content and happy. But I also feel worn. A little disfigured by it all. If the body really does keep the score, my score is beginning to show on the board.
But it turns out I'm not going to be particularly extraordinary in my aging. I have arthritis in some joints. I work out every day but I can no longer run. More than that, I just feel the effects of time and the costs of stress and a life of hyper vigilance in my body. To God's
weekend of teaching my heart out at an event rather than one as I've done for years. I'm so grateful to God I still have lots of energy. I can hike for miles. So thankful my mind continues to be constantly abducted by curiosity and I love to read and learn. I can still memorize.
But I also prayed I'd keep my eyesight and vitality like Moses did. I prayed I'd have the same energy in my eighties that I had in my forties like Caleb did. Fact is, I'm having cataract surgery this spring and I told my assistant that, in 2023, I may need 2 days off after a full
From the time I was 50, I've prayed to age "well." You have to understand I've never been one to plead with God for a long life. Too hard. My thought has simply been, whatever time I'm here, Lord, make it count. Give me strength to match my days. And I will continue to pray that.
I've been thinking how our natural bent to want to be extraordinary or more simply put, special, can work at odds with a longing for Christ's coming. What has this on my mind is my present season of realization that God may be answering prayers of mine differently than I asked.
An Advent thread (I think): I'm new to observing Advent. It's been such a shift, I'm not confident I yet understand it. But, if I'm beginning to get the idea, I think part of it is recognizing--no, embracing--how the solidarity of human suffering poises the plea, Come Lord Jesus.
God bless y’all today. May he make his presence obvious to you in some very personal way. He loves us so.
Thinking how easy it is to imagine that crisis wins the day & dictates the future & has the power to permanently throw us into a Plan B where abundant life is no longer possible. But it’s a lie. The night can be long but it is the Christ & indeed not the crisis that wins the day.
Keith & I begin our 2nd liturgical year tomorrow with our new church family. I’m still awkward at it but it’s been so meaningful & life-giving. I don’t wish I’d always been in a liturgical church. I so loved my tradition. But I’m deeply grateful to God he didn’t let me miss this.
Dear family for whom I labored for hours on end to serve you the best meal of your life, I intend to spend the day in bed watching Netflix. Please come wait on me hand and foot. Yours truly, Your humble servant
My zillionth thanksgiving with this dude right here. Grateful to God.
Ok, so this was the country my Operation World app had us pray for today. Had I compiled Operation World, I totally would have done this.
I’m line dancing all by myself in my kitchen while I’m cooking. If that ain’t an enneagram 7, I don’t know one.
I wrote Pascal’s journal entry from this day in 1654 in my Bible years ago because I love this same One he encountered & live to know him & to experience, to the degree he wills, that holy fire. If it’s been a minute since you’ve read of it, this’ll bless.…
And then we’ll ride out together, look over our shoulder and say, now, that was a trip worth taking. Yep. Mighty worth taking.
Be awake to the embracing & releasing that is inevitably part of the family & friend holiday. Because here’s what you’ve got. The God who says you’re mine in all the loss & laughter. I’ll never leave you out, count you out or wish you out. You can sit with me til every sun sets.
Bask in the whos and whats you have. Weep for the ones you don’t. Sit down by a tree and practice like it’s them and say, “we’ll be ok but I’ll miss you ever and always.” These are the things that qualify us as human. Something of value slips in one hand and out of the other.
I don’t know how this week is going for you. Holidays are such a mixed bag. They remind you of all you have and also of all you miss. Grief you may not have felt in a year shows back up at your front door with a familiar sleeping bag. Older I get the more I appreciate the mix.
Once you get over the humiliation of someone out-cooking you, it’s pretty fun to have recipes of dear friends as part of your menu. Listen right now. @Bezner has terrific holiday recipes. I know that’s so random but he does! His wife makes the best pumpkin pie I’ve ever tasted.
Gonna tell y’all something. I know when I’m beat. I’ve historically made really good cornbread dressing but it’s so imprecise (my mom & nanny’s way), I usually hit but sometimes miss. Last year I gave in & tried my good friend Jan Morton’s. It is fabulous.…
Elon owes us all $8
I mean like I cried last night us all saying bye and here we still are.
Are we still here?
All us. We’ve had the time of our lives, Twitter.
Hope to talk to you just like always in a day or two. Or in our beloved @HeatherTDay’s words, I’ll See You Tomorrow.
I AM NOT SAYING BYE!!!! But, just in case, I’ll go on record with this. Gah, I’ve had a blast with y’all. I wouldn’t have made it the last 6 years without y’all. I reckon I’d have…well…gone home. God bless y’all. Hold tight to Jesus. He’s not like us. He’s faithful to the end.
Y’all, someone just replied with this. Lol. I must be notable in “another designated category.” Maybe notable heretics.
Wait. How do i suddenly have a blue check? I can’t keep up with new Twitters.
Good grief. I just don’t know a more anointed, Holy Spirit empowered preacher on this earth than @CharlieDates. Honored to call him my brother and friend. I love him and his family and church so much. @TruettSeminary
I just want 5 minutes with Camilla’s hair on The Crown. It’s a product problem I think.
Christian nationalism isn’t the way ahead for Jesus followers. Christian faithfulness is. It’s fidelity to Christ—not fidelity to notions of American Christianity or to any political party—that will bring light into this present darkness. The church is bride to no one but Christ.
One thing I’ve really been working on for the last 9 months is guarding my peace. Living in constant internal turmoil over information/ disinformation overload & over a bunch of jerks, trolls, racists & misogynists is erosive to the soul & the furthest thing from abundant life.
I don’t know if we who’ve made a good many friends on here will be able to endure this transition or not but I do know this: it’s going to get more outrageous (who knew that was possible) to keep us clicking here. We’re going to have to ignore some of the bait or lose our minds.
One benefit I couldn’t have seen coming when I married a plumber is that I’d know how to fix a hotel room toilet.
Teach people Jesus. By the power of the Holy Spirit according to the word of God, let us teach them and show them and stir up in them the chief aim of all existence: to know Christ Jesus & be found in him, not having a righteousness of our own but one that comes by faith in him.
we can enjoy him & more accurately discern what is like him & what’s not. What compels him and what repels him. We claim to know so much Scripture but, despite our claims, we cannot know Jesus well if we’re mean as snakes & wolves among sheep instead of sheep among wolves.
argue and debate all day long and nobody’s gonna change their mind. The real change will take TIME. YEARS. It will come through teaching people the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus our Lord. Accepting him as savior is not the same thing as knowing him to the degree that
fruit of failure of discipleship. We essentially made knowing Jesus something that happens at salvation snd studying doctrine and theology ends in themselves. When being “Christian” bears little resemblance to Christlikeness, we have a serious discipleship problem. We can
What is absolutely imperative, Christian leaders, teachers, pastors, writers and communicators, is that we disciple those we serve to know Jesus personally and intimately and increasingly. We MUST teach that the chief aim of all Bible study is knowing Jesus. What we’re seeing is
There comes a time to stop lying to yourself about how healthy you are. A time to quit distracting yourself pointing out the sins of the other and start owning your own.
If you never come to a point of having to confront how messed up you are, I’m not sure you can begin to grasp how utterly beautiful Jesus is.
“I was raised in church and I wanted to be godly so badly. And I wanted to walk with Jesus. I wanted to love Jesus. I wanted to love Scripture. But I was raised to know all the whats. But I did not, for the life of me know how.” @BethMooreLPM More:
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