Jesus, fill our hearts with love for all.
You died to mend broken hearts.
You suffered the worst brutality,
so anyone who calls out to You would be set free.
They would no longer be held in sin’s captivity.
Forgive us, o God, when our nerves get frayed by people in the line.
If we knew these hurting souls —
heard their cries for peace,
wouldn’t that cause Your healing love in us to be released?
Give us a patient and open spirit when we feel crowded for time.
Take a moment to offer a smile, a silent prayer for others. …
Come with Christ to the Garden of Gethsemane.
He’s Jesus the Man of Galilee.
He’s the Christ who walked on the raging sea.
He calmed its waves.
He came to seek the lost.
He came to heal and save.
You can come to Jesus with all your tears.
He offers comfort in your fears.
He loved you enough to die.
He suffered insult and brutality.
He felt abandoned by His Father as he cried out,
“Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?
My God, My God, why have you forsaken Me?” (Matthew 27:46, NASB)
Christ knew what it was like to feel alone.
He cried out to His Father at the Garden of Gethsemane. …
Mr. Potato Chips,
I like your style.
You’ve got that crunch factor goin’ for you.
You’ve got self-confidence.
You taste really good!
But I’ve been getting complaints you’re too loud.
It’s gettin’ on people’s nerves when they’re watching Netflix and Amazon Prime Video.
I know. I get it. You want to strut your stuff.
That’s okay when a human is eating you alone.
But you don’t want to get a swollen potato head about how wonderful you are.
You should be proud.
You’ve got a history going back to the early 1800s in the United Kingdom.
You showed up again in the United States in 1853 when a rich railroad guy named, Cornelius Vanderbilt, kept sending back his french-fried potatoes at a restaurant. …