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Andrea said in October 14th, 2009 at 11:05 am

This is a secret that screams from every pore of all of God’s creation. Only the strong are able to whipser it outloud. When we are weak, it is then that we are strong…

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bmorgan said in October 14th, 2009 at 12:46 pm

a great book i read on that was Emerging Hope: A Strategy for Reaching Postmodern Generations. by Jimmy Long. It is a few years old, 2004, but still a good foundational work about Xers and Millenials.

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Craig said in October 14th, 2009 at 4:28 pm

You may want to check out this video and decide for yourself. Look up the rock group KoRn. You may see some parallels to the Life After God reference.

http://www.iamsecond.com/#/seconds/Brian_Welch/

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Kelly said in October 15th, 2009 at 9:20 pm

I remember my dad explaining to me, when I was 4 mind you, about Darwin and the supremacy of evolution. I remember when I was 16, and he told me to never get married without living with the guy first. And I remember my father, near the end of his life, wondering with a deep sense of confusion about why nothing ever seemed to work out for him.

When Christ is absent from the home, everything is absent. I cannot put into words the hollow feeling I grew up with–knowing we were missing something–yet not knowing what that something was.

My father grew up with a rich heritage in the Lord which he completely denied. One family member started Sidcot (a school) in England when Quakers were still Christians (although the school is still around today and is thriving). Another signed the Declaration of Independence.

In fact, most of his mother’s family did quite a bit to shape this country–profoundly. I am proud of that. But I did not know it until I was in my 30′s. My father was ashamed of it all and never talked about his background.

I was the first in my family to confess my secret need for God–my desperate need for God. I was asked to move out of the house because of that need. I did. I chose Jesus over family. But I was just 18.

My need for Jesus was as strong as my father’s rejection of Him so I always felt fanatical and worried about it. But you know what? It was worth it. Against all odds my sister came to know Christ, too. And now she and her husband are raising my niece in a home where Jesus is Lord.
I couldn’t be happier.

The Lord is good and His mercy does endure forever. And I’m glad that He loved me enough to not let this Generation X-er slip out of His grasp. But what you quoted could not be more true. I am not kidding when I say I prayed those very same words. Sometimes I still do.

Good post. And thanks.