Soap for Jesus

In this country of free speech, we are starting to see, more and more, the intolerant intolerance which is known as "tolerance". The more people fight for "freedom of speech" and "equality" for minorities, and not for all people, the more we see people losing it. I understand where they are coming from; I really do. From a Godless perspective, it is very easy to see. I also understand where I, and so many others that feel frustrated, bitten down and like they're treading on thin ice, are coming from. I am of sound mind and body. I am intelligent, without meaning to be arrogant about it, and I'm a Christian. To many people, I am a threat, simply because they see what I believe as a threat. This problem lies with their perception, not with me. I am not a nice person; by nature, and it shows rather frequently, I am selfish, arrogant, vain and self-interested. However, if you know me, I am unwavering in what I believe, attempt to love uncond

I just finished reading an encouraging note sent to me by Sarah Beth regarding a question I'd asked about From Self-harm to Victory earlier in the day. I don't know about you, but messages of encouragement always make me cry. And feel guilty. As much as I publicise my weakness so that people see who I am and who Christ is, I still feel like a fraud. That I'm blazoning myself for glory and my actions as good works. That people still can't see the real me. They're suspicious of me, and so am I. And it's hard to carry on being me and showing so much weakness. Do you know how hard it is to be openly weak? To listen to others discourage you and to despise yourself for it? She praised me for humility and I could only cry knowing how much I fight with pride. Then I stopped and listened. Because Someone was telling me to let go of my guilt and shame and accept what she said. Not as praise for me, but as praise for Him in me. Praise from Him to me. No, I&