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Use All You Have For God's Kingdom And Glory

 



Use All You Have For God's Kingdom And Glory



If you are a Christian writer, write! If you are a Christian artist, create! If you are a Christian homemaker, keep your home for Christ!

Whatever you are, whatever you do, do all for the Lord, as He has taught us: not for the world, but for Him.

These are unprecedented times we are living in. Our world is flooded with content from the pens, paint brushes, and hands of the ungodly. Much of this content does nothing but pollute and blacken the atmosphere.  Hatred, war, anti-semitism, violence, immorality, crime, and obsessive pleasure seeking are everywhere.

As the minority, we often feel impotent and weak. What can we do to make things better, and to bring light into the darkness?

Well, I would advise and encourage each Christian to simply make sure that their lamp is lit. Your lamp may be small, but it can be clean and filled with oil.

So, keep shining Christian! Don't give up! Keep writing, drawing, creating, working. And most importantly, whatever you do, keep sharing the Gospel through your life, work, and words.

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May the Lord bless and keep you. :)
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