My Jesus was an American Jesus. I loved Him, and was happy that others in the world got to know about Him, but the truth was, He belonged to America. In my mind’s eye, Jesus carried Old Glory and rode a screaming bald eagle across the sky.
No punches are pulled, and they were written specifically and unapologetically for alpha males looking for direction for living the best life possible.
Have you found yourself in a season where what was once good, has dried up,and you look around asking God what happened?
We naturally respond to situations through emotion and action. Often times, the outcomes aren’t what we expected or wanted. Yet, we find ourselves unable to apologize, afraid of the consequences or just ashamed of what we’ve done.
ANXIETY?? QUICK WORD ABOUT STRESS RELIEF: There is a direct correlation between humility and stress relief. Only when we humbly surrender every […]
Many religions no longer feed the masculine soul of a man. Why? Because the shift toward single moms and grandparents raising their progeny has tilted the church’s focus toward our wonderful sisters.
It wasn’t their choice—it was our absence.
It’s easy and comfortable to force friendships from acquaintances, but God is calling His army together just as He assembled for King David’s rule.