Recovering Faith

After not missing a weekly episode for two and a half years I suddenly stopped posting and haven't had a new episode in almost a year. In this episode I explain why I haven't been posting and why I feel the need to step away from the Podcast, at least for now.

Often times when decided whether or not to follow God, or whether or not to believe in God, people look for a sign and then ignore the sign or signs when they see them because they are not telling them what they want to hear or because they are not ready to change their life.

I recently had a friend ask me whether God saves us because he loves us or because it brings glory to his name, and I answered “Yes.” God loves us more fully and deeply than we can comprehend and that is why he saves us, but he does so in a manner that brings himself glory.

When things get hard it is easy to give up, especially when it doesn’t appear as if your efforts are making a difference, but in the end you will se it was worth it.

This week’s podcast episode is an answer to a question that was sent as a comment to an earlier podcast/blog called Why Does God Hate Me? The message that this episode is attempting to address is, “Holy Spirit left me because I was so dejected I said the Bible wasn't true. Even though I do believe it's TRUE I was told he left me. I felt Him leave even though He said He would never leave me or forsake me. He left me behind as all my female friends and ex's got married. My life is like being on a hamster wheel. Never changing, always unhappy while everyone else moved on. God hates me.”

Though I initially did not think I would talk about the subject, this is my take on what is going on lately with all of the protests and riots. Basically, police should not be killing unarmed civilians, and there should be more accountability in law enforcement, and also, rioting does not accomplish anything and instead hurts people, including the people the rioters are claiming they are helping.

Part one of a series in life lessons I learned while driving a bus. I drove a bus for a lot of years, and by the time I left the industry I had driven a bus for a third of my life, not just a third of my adult life, a third of my entire life.