For The Love of God

2/26/12

Die Young Challenges Readers to Abandon the Pursuit of Happiness

Bestselling Authors Urge Readers to ‘Bury Your Self in Christ’

By Dan Wooding
Founder of ASSIST Ministries

WHEATON, IL (ANS) -- Award-winning and bestselling authors Hayley and Michael DiMarco live in the real world. They understand that self-fulfillment is part of the American Dream. They also understand that the only way to a truly rich and fulfilled life is death: death to self.

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Their counter-cultural message is spelled out clearly in the pages of Die Young: Burying Your Self in Christ (Crossway, January 31, 2012). The DiMarcos guide readers into a practical understanding of what it means to become “living sacrifices” for Jesus Christ.

According to a news release from Jana Muntsinger of McClure Muntsinger Public Relations, Die Young is a manifesto written by a transparent husband/wife duo who are committed to living intentionally and helping others do the same. Today’s culture drives people towards selfishness and ego, but Die Young flips that notion on its head and offers a better way—a way that leads to life as God intends. As Paul calls to readers in Romans 12, so the DiMarcos call their readers to become “living sacrifices.”

The DiMarcos weave Biblical teaching with “first person” confessionals from each of the authors, so Die Young is both theologically rich and completely relatable. Hayley confesses how her obsession with perfection permeates led to her first engagement being called off. Michael describes how doing time in jail was exactly what he needed to wake up to whole concept of dying young. Michael explains, “For me, to die young was to remove me as the center of my world, and put God and others in my place, loving and serving them as much, if not more, than I do myself.” Hayley adds, “It’s about an ability to deny yourself so you don’t serve your desires over God’s.”

Michael DiMarco

Based on the premise that the gospel turns life upside down, the DiMarcos explain the paradoxes that result: death is the new life; less is the new more; weak is the new strong; slavery is the new freedom. Throughout Die Young they examine what the life and death of Christ means for themselves, as well as those who have given their lives to Jesus.

The release went on to say that the DiMarcos hope Die Young will turn the reader and his or her priorities upside down. The authors believe “dying young” will show readers:

* How in today’s society people bury themselves in things they hope will save them, or bring them comfort. But it never works.

* The deception of freedom—demanding to make one’s own choices, wanting to be subject to no one. True freedom is only found by surrendering.

* The only path to real life is through death— dying to the obsessive need to please yourself, to comfort yourself, and to enjoy yourself, so that you can live only to please God.

* By dying young, you give all of your needs, fears, worries, wants, hopes, dreams, and failures over to God, who can handle them.

While many of the titles published by this popular husband/wife duo have been geared toward youth, Die Young expands their target audience to all age groups. The DiMarco’s are convinced that no one is too old to die young. Michael explains, “It is never too late. Too much of your life has not passed. You have not made too many mistakes for God to forgive. But when you are determined to completely bury yourself in Christ so deep that nothing can ever really harm you again, that’s when his love is all that surrounds you and all that contains you and all that you contain. Then life is a whole new ball game.”

Hayley DiMarco

Hayley and Michael DiMarco form Hungry Planet books. Since their first book hit the shelves in Fall 2003, Hungry Planet has published more than three dozen titles and, as of 2011, sold over 1,000,000 books. Their newest title, Die Young: Burying Your Self In Christ, is a challenge to readers to die to self and live for Christ, in ways that are completely counter-cultural. Hayley has written numerous best-selling books, including God Girl, Mean Girls, Idol Girls, Dateable, and the 2007 and 2010 ECPA Christian Book Award winners, Sexy Girls and B4UD8. Michael’s best-selling books include; God Guy, Cupidity, Unstuff, All In, Almost Sex, and the 2010 ECPA Christian Book Award winner, B4UD8. Michael and Hayley live with their daughter on the shores of Old Hickory Lake just outside of Nashville, Tennessee. More information can be found at hungryplanet.net.

Crossway is a not-for-profit Christian ministry that exists to proclaim the gospel through publishing in order, by God's grace: To assist individual Christians and the church in growing in knowledge and understanding of the Christian life; To bear witness to God's truth, beauty and holiness, and to the Lordship of Christ in every area of life; To help bring men, women, and children to Christ as their Lord and Savior; To glorify our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ in every way. Any surplus that may arise is used solely to further the publishing ministry of Crossway.

Review copies, reprint permission and interviews are available.

Contact Jana Muntsinger, McClure Muntsinger Public Relations, 281-251-0480 orjana@mmpublicrelations.com

Note: Some years back, Crossway published my autobiography, Twenty-Six Lead Soldiers (now updated as From Tabloid to Truth), and also a book by my son, Andrew Wooding, with the intriguing title of I Wonder If Chocolate Kills Brain Cells. Both are still available via www.amazon.com

Dan Wooding, 71, is an award winning British journalist now living in Southern California with his wife Norma, to whom he has been married for 48 years. They have two sons, Andrew and Peter, and six grandchildren who all live in the UK. He is the founder and international director of ASSIST (Aid to Special Saints in Strategic Times) and the ASSIST News Service (ANS) and was, for ten years, a commentator, on the UPI Radio Network in Washington, DC. He now hosts the weekly “Front Page Radio” show on KWVE in Southern California which is also carried throughout the United States. The program is also aired in Great Britain on Calvary Chapel Radio UK and also in Belize and South Africa. Besides this, Wooding is a host for His Channel Live, which is carried via the Internet to some 192 countries and also provides a regular commentary for Worship Life Radio on KWVE. You can follow Dan Wooding on Facebook under his name there or at ASSIST News Service. He is the author of some 44 books, one of which is his autobiography, “From Tabloid to Truth”, which is published by Theatron Books. To order a copy, press this link. Wooding, who was born in Nigeria of British missionary parents, has also recently released his first novel “Red Dagger” which is available this link.

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2/16/12

I Do: Holding

by Emily Wierenga

Editor's Note: This month we're in a series exploring the joys and struggles of marriage, broaching the topic from multiple angles for the sake of helping, healing, and considering.

I lie in red pajamas on the living room sofa, my husband, Trenton, on the other side in his comfy clothes—his green-ribbed shirt with the hole and his fuzzy pants that have no waist. “Our good times were more than our bad,” he says in a voice that aches.

“Yes, but our bad times were so bad.”

“But we never went to bed angry,” says Trenton. “We never stopped holding each other. Even on the worst nights, we would still watch shows together until finally you fell asleep in my arms. We ate pizza together, and I made you wings…”

“That was my one meal of the day,” I say. “I guess I was so focused on making it to that meal that I didn’t notice the rest.”

“But there was the other,” he says. “There was always the other. We never had a fight we couldn’t fix. I don’t even remember what we were fighting about. We had, maybe, four big fights, but the rest of the time, it was good. And we never stopped holding each other. Never.”

And we didn’t. We haven’t. Thirteen years after meeting at Bible School, eight-and-a-half years since kissing in my parents’ backyard under the white trellis, and six years after me trying to drive our marriage into oncoming traffic, we’ve never stopped holding.

But there were days he didn’t want to, for the skinny, and there were tears in his eyes as his wife undressed and all he could see was rib.

He married a girl he didn’t know, a girl who didn’t know herself, a girl who became anorexic like she had as a child, and he knew this the night he tried to make me popcorn, the night I screamed about the butter, asked why he had to ruin it like that?

“It’s just a bit of butter,” he said, but it wasn’t. It was him attempting to control me as my father had done, and so I made my own popcorn and the salt fell to the bottom of the bowl.

And it was three years of me drinking nine cups of coffee a day and him holding me at night while I tried to fall asleep and the insomnia always winning, it was three years of me starting awake and crying and crying and then lying on the couch and reading and reading and wondering when this would all end, this war I’d brought upon myself.

And one day, the two of us fighting again on the highway home, I turned the car into oncoming traffic.

Trent took the wheel, told me I needed to choose: him or food.

I chose him, then, the farm-boy who’d stood on my doorstep those years ago and couldn’t find the words to ask me to go on a walk, but later vowed ‘til death do us part.

I’m eating now, and sleeping now, and he doesn’t cry anymore when I undress.

And some nights, when the kids are asleep, Trent pulls out a blanket and we lie by the wood stove and talk about the day and our boys.

But mostly, we just hold each other.

As if clinging for dear life.

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The "I Do" Collection

Image by Mary Clark. Used with permission. Sourced via Flickr. Post by Emily Wierenga, author ofSave My Children: The Story of a Father's Love.

1/3/12

Christianity's 'secret history' in China is long and fascinating

Though Western companies, from American automakers to European luxury firms, have recently gained a foothold in China, Christian religion has played a role there for much longer than General Motors or Hermes - writes Paul Bennett.

Nonetheless, Christianity's presence in China has been "hidden from the West for many years," says Wenguang Huang in the introduction to his translation of God is Red: The Secret Story of How Christianity Survived and Flourished in Communist China (HarperOne, 2011) by Liao Yiwu, a dissident writer whose previous book landed him in jail.

Wenguang reports there are about seventy million practicing Christians in China. "In a society tightly controlled by an atheist government, Christianity is China's largest formal religion," he says in the introduction. But for many years it was severely repressed by the Communist government. The book gives voice to numerous stories--from rural backwaters to big cities--of bravery and faith under extremely trying conditions.

The book's first-person narratives are one of its many strengths. In one story, a nun born in 1908, Sister Zhang, relates how she survived under extremely dire circumstances during the Cultural Revolution, becoming a farmer after the church she lived in was confiscated by the government. In another, a Tibetan Christian, Jia Bo-er, recounts how found his path to Christianity. A Catholic, he is a firm believer in interfaith harmony, but won't pledge loyalty to the Vatican because he doesn't want to be monitored by the government.

Perhaps the most impressive story in the book is that of a man named Dr. Sun, who gave up a successful career as a surgeon to minister to impoverished communities in remote Yi and Miao villages. Sun introduces Liao to a number of people he'd never have found on his own.

"The Bible taught me to be in awe of God and to love, two important qualities that the Chinese people lacked. Too many Chinese will do anything for trivial material gains and have no regard for morality, ethics, or the law," says Sun in one passage. "How do we change that? Can we rely on the Communist Party? Can we rely on government rules and regulations? Apparently not."

Sun left his position as a prominent surgeon because he felt he couldn't be a Christian and a government official. Instead, he performs surgeries in areas where doctors are scarce and hospitals nonexistent.

Liao also recounts the tale of Wang Zhiming, who lived and preached in China's Yunnan province. Wang was arrested in 1969 for his religious work, and executed in 1973. A statue of him stands at Westminster Abbey, along with nine others recognised as Christian martyrs from around the globe.

The shadow of totalitarianism hovers over each interview. Though there are state-sanctioned churches in China now, many Christians refuse to be part of them, preferring to perform forbidden services in private homes and other locales.

Though Christianity provides a spiritual haven, says Liao (who is not a believer), he also asks some hard questions. "Will the Christian faith, like Buddhism and Taoism, make people more submissive to totalitarian power? There is an ongoing debate among Chinese scholars as to whether some Christians forgave the murderous government as a genuine display of God's benevolence--or as an excuse for cowardice."

On the other hand, Liao also suggests the remote places he has visited in order to find the subjects for his book serve as a sort of "centre point" where East meets West. Though there has been a collision of cultures, Liao says, "there is now a new Christian identity that is distinctly Chinese."

Readers of this engaging book will find that even this "distinctly Chinese" identity contains multitudes.

[With acknowledgements to ENInews. ENInews, formerly Ecumenical News International, is jointly sponsored by the World Council of Churches, the Lutheran World Federation, the World Communion of Reformed Churches and the Conference of European Churches.]

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All the New Year’s Resolutions You Need

By Rick Marschall
Special to ASSIST News Service

SWARTZ CREEK MI (ANS) -- Another year, another celebration, another “back to work.” Yet if we can remind ourselves each morning that “this is the day that the Lord has made,” we can take a fresh look at 2012 and declare, “This is the year that the Lord has made!”

Let us be glad and rejoice in it!

The Year of the Lord Two Thousand Twelve. Are there challenges that loom up to the left and right? It Dozen matter! And are you one of the folks who make resolutions every New Year? If rules are made to be broken, many of our resolutions seem made to be... postponed.

Well, not surprisingly, the Bible provides all the Resolutions we need to face the new year, day by day:

1: I am the Lord your God... You shall have no other gods before Me.
2: You shall not make for yourself a carved image, or any likeness of anything… For I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God....
3: You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain, for the Lord will not hold him guiltless who takes His name in vain.
4: Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.
5: Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giving you.
6: You shall not murder.
7: You shall not commit adultery.
8: You shall not steal.
9: You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.
10: You shall not covet your neighbor's house; you shall not covet your neighbor's wife… nor anything that is your neighbor's.” (Exodus 20:2-17 NKJV)

Most of us have problems with long lists. Jesus knew this, and whether He was announcing the cancellation of the Law -– since He was its fulfillment -– or wisely providing us with spiritual Cliff’s Notes, the better for us to obey and practice, He gave us two Resolutions we can adopt:

You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets. (Matthew 22:37-40)

Two for Twelve. Happy New Year!

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And to the extent we are able to follow these commandments, keep these resolutions, we must remember that obedience is due to God. Commandments are more for our well-being than for God’s dispensation of gold stars. It is His grace, not our works, that bring favor in His sight. His Amazing Grace. Whenever you need an emotional nudge as a reminder, watch this video – a large orchestra, starting with a pennywhistle, a violin, a bagpipe, then hundreds of bagpipes performing before tens of thousands of worshipers in Berlin. Andre Rieu at a nighttime outdoor concert.

Click: Amazing Grace

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Rick Marschall is the author of 65 books and hundreds of magazine articles in many fields, from popular culture (Bostonia Magazine called him “perhaps America’s foremost authority on popular culture”) to history and criticism; country music, television history, biography and children’s books. He is a former political cartoonist, editor of Marvel Comics, and writer for Disney comics. For 10 years he has been active in the Christian field, writing devotionals; co-author of The Secret Revealed with Dr Jim Garlow. His biography of Johann Sebastian Bach for the “Christian Encounters” series (Thomas Nelson) was released in April, 2011. His history of cartoon Advertising, Drawing Power, will be published in July 2011 by the Marschall Books imprint of fantagraphics Books. In October his major biography of Theodore Roosevelt, BULLY!, will be publ;ished by Regnery History of Washington DC. He is currently working on a One-Year CDevotional for Tyndale House; and edits the the reissue of Harper's Weekly -- the Civil War Years for NOVOink e-books. Rick is a former Director of Product Development for Youth Specialties. He is recipient of the 2008 “Christian Writer of the Year” award from the Greater Philadelphia Writer’s Conference, and produces a weekly e-mail devotional, “Monday Morning Music Ministry.” His e-mail address is: RickMarschall@gmail.com.

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12/27/11

God’s Post-Christmas Present

By Rick Marschall
Special to ASSIST News Service

SWARTZ CREEK MI (ANS) -- Let us turn from questions this season about “the meaning of Christmas” to the better question – “the meaning of being a Christian.”

A story:
The two men were good friends, “brothers” with the same sense of humor, who shared interests, and who could finish each other’s sentences. Ed was passionate about politics, but Kenneth was totally apolitical, so disagreements on that score never arose. Kenneth was also areligious –- somewhere between agnostic and intellectual hipster -– so the fervent Christian Ed found a challenge in his friend. Kenneth never objected to debating or receiving tracts or casual points or heavy witnessing. But he never cared much either, one way or the other.

Ed moved away from their “zone” of neighborhood contacts and frequent lunches. Several states (geographical, not psychic) separated them. Their friendship and common profession mandated continued contact, but, as these things usually go, they spoke less frequently.

After one quiet stretch, Kenneth called Ed and learned that an enormous amount of “life” had occurred since their last chat.

Ed went down a sad checklist: his work had dried up, and money was scarce. His wife was extremely sick with multiple ailments, and there was no insurance to cover the situations. Ed’s mother was dying in far-off Florida, and on the way to the train station he was rear-ended at a red light, and his only car was totaled. “Those are just the highlights,” Ed joked in their typical fashion. “It gets pretty grim after that. But we’re OK now.”

“How are you OK?” Kenneth knew that Ed was being serious here.

“Well, it was a series of amazing events, really,” Ed said. “My wife is in pretty good shape now –- the doctors were good and performed terrifically, but in a couple of instances they saw healings they couldn’t explain. After the first hospitalization, a friend in church who is an insurance agent told me that my business activities, though slim, actually qualified us for a group plan. We signed up, and there was full coverage for the later surgeries, not even a ‘cap.’”

Kenneth slipped into his old mode: “So, don’t tell me, your mother rose from the dead.”

“No, she died, but I was able to be with her in time and share a beautiful Good-Bye. While I was gone, some friends in church whose house is so big they almost have their own Zip Code, took the kids in and drove them to school each morning. And the car? Yes, it was totaled, but our pastor lent us his van -– an extra since his daughter went to college, for as long as we needed it.

“God seemed to provide at every turn.”

Kenneth was silent for a moment. When he spoke, it surprised Ed slightly. “You know, you’re always saying how God provides this, and Jesus answered that. Why don’t you listen to what you just said? The doctors were good, on their own. Your friend was looking for an insurance commission. It was friends who offered their house to your kids, not Jesus. And the van was a spare in the driveway. It was your FRIENDS who did these things for you, not Jesus.”

Now Ed was silent for a moment. “No... it was Jesus,” he said. “He was just working through my friends.”

Christmas is over, but the Gift remains. No, let us put it the proper way – Christmas is over, and the Gift remains! Hallelujah! A gift can be seen as neutral, by itself. Its significance derives from who gives it; the intention of the giver; the attitude of the recipient; the use to which the gift is put. Christ was God Incarnate, God with us, our means to forgiveness, salvation, eternal fellowship with God. We accept Jesus into our hearts. But what we DO with this Gift from God is the real significance.

Jesus “in our hearts” is not to hide Him, but to make Him part of our relational DNA, an aspect of our new selves. It can happen. He shines forth, He affects our natures. We show Him, we share Him. That is the real gift – the miracle of Christmas. You don’t have to hunt ancient or arcane scripture to see this happen.

Just ask Ed.

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Joy Williams has written an anthem about what it means to be a Christian. First, to accept Him. Second, to “be” Him to other people. That’s not a long list. But Joy puts it so beautifully.

Click: Do They See Jesus in Me?

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12/13/11

Advent Traditions

by Laura Boggess

The morning we trim the tree, fat flakes dress the earth in threads of white. In the boughs of the naked maple—a flash of red—a cardinal in a nest of snow. I watch from the window, my feet planted in warm. The house glows soft with twinkling light.

It’s quiet—quiet here, quiet inside the walls of me. I touch the moment gently—feel around inside my heart.

Is this how it feels, I wonder?

I’ve been looking for Christmas for 18 years—ever since I married my husband and felt free to open my heart to this beloved tradition. I grew up in a home that did not celebrate the birth of the Christ-child, see. And every year when December 25 approaches, I feel the bindings of those roots. I want to leave a different legacy for my children—one that delves deep into the mystery of Christmas. Every year I look for just the right formula, try on different activities with my family in the quest for the perfect tradition.

So, when when my friend Charity asked me to help her with an Advent Community Writing project this year, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to spy on the traditions of others. We would like to invite you to consider what Advent means to you, its old traditions, its new lessons, and join us for a community writing project, Charity said. And I thought: Yippee! Maybe…just maybe, I will find the perfect fit for my own little family amongst these Advent experts.

But when I visited each of the fifty-five participants who linked up, I did not find the perfect tradition formula. What I found instead was a deeper appreciation for the sacred season we call Advent.

Over at the blog Straight Meandering, I was reminded to slow and savor the passing moments:

And so it is in every moment of every day. God is here, inhabiting the small and the humble. But we hurry from moment to moment and forget to see. We forget to dwell now, be still, know God.

Member KD Sullivan’s words from Journey to Epiphany urged me to open my eyes and see with Advent eyes every day.

And I find Him in the most common of places.
A bench. In a park.
A King. Amidst the ordinary.

Kimberlee Conway Ireton wonders, “Who will show us the way to the Christ child?” And in her reflectionThe Road to Bethlehem, she leads me there.

Sandra Heska King’s words were such a gift, as she celebrated the life of her mother and grieved her loss.

The joy of seeing deep in simple things. It’s a gift…I think of One who was born in a simple place, cradled by simple hands. His own hands healed the hurting and stretched out to conquer death. And so we dance. And the gift goes on.

Marilyn Yocum encouraged me to let the story fall fresh on my ears this Advent. Linda Chontos shared her family’s sweet tradition of baking a birthday cake for Jesus. And what is one to do when the empty next shanghais Advent? Write a poem about it, of course. I think Jim Schmotzer has the right idea about new traditions.

If you are Nancy Franson and her friend Ethel, the annual Christmas photo with Santa takes on new meaning—fuzzy slippers and all! Pastor and blogger Brian Owen shared the wonder of waiting for his own child to be born during the Advent season. John at the beautiful due suggests that our Advent celebrations may be a bit too sedate and challenges us to crank up the volume.

There are so many beautiful essays and I wish I could quote them all but when I read Patricia Spreng's reflection called Trying on Advent, I realized this is it. This is how I feel. I am growing into Advent. And it's okay if I don't have it all figured out. That's part of the mystery of it all.

The snow that piles in the eaves where branches meet reminds me of home. There is a great open field between me and that place now and today it is blanketed in snow. The cries of the past are muffled by this insulation and I don’t even think about the what-ifs. Today—I remember how beautiful the snow slept in the trees of my childhood home. This quiet as the snow drifts silently down.

This must be it, I think. This must be peace.

The water that has passed under the bridge is frozen and the light in the sky fades fast. But this shimmer—this glimmer--stays inside of me.

Let it shine, I pray. Let it shine.

If you'd like to visit all of these beautiful Advent reflections, hop on over to Charity's blog Wide Open Spaces. Be prepared for a retreat when you enter in. And here is a big thank you to all our community writing project participants. Happy waiting, sweet friends. Let's wait together.

Image by Noukka Signa. Used with permission. Sourced via Flickr. Post by Laura J. Boggess.

12/12/11

Not Just a Crown, But Diamonds

By Rick Marschall
Special to ASSIST News Service

SWARTZ CREEK MI (ANS) -- “As each long day rolls by and falls behind me, In the lonely night there's a peacefulness I've found. Though I'm weary even then, when I rise to start again, there'll be a diamond, a diamond in my crown.” Crown? Diamonds? For US?

Heaven awaits those who believe in their hearts that Jesus is the Son of God, and share the news that He overcame death. That should be enough, more than enough, to encourage sinners whose rebellion against a just and holy God would otherwise condemn us to eternal separation from Him.

Yet the Bible occasionally talks of “treasures” in Heaven, and “crowns.” We already have mansions awaiting us -– “if it were not so,” Jesus asked, “would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you ?” -– but treasures? crowns? Will there be a hierarchy in Heaven? If so, that is God’s business, but my guess is that we won’t care. God’s children will want to be gathered shoulder-to-shoulder around the throne, singing Holy, Holy, Holy for eternity.

But let us think for a moment, as we always should once we are assured of a room in our Father’s house, of this side of Heaven’s line. James 1:12 tells us that “God blesses those who patiently endure testing and temptation. Afterward they will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love Him.” But for some who endure testing and temptation -– and so much more -– in this life, there is also the promise of virtual diamonds in that crown.

That is to say: like a diamond in the diadem, to use an ancient word for crown. The repeated word is for emphasis, like “sacrosanct,” which literally means holy and sanctified besides.

A crown with diamonds! The promise that awaits the faithful serves as a blessing beforehand.

Sweet security, unearned, and Christ besides. Some day we will understand this fully, and rejoice with each other. I’ll look for you around the Heavenly throne. God willing, you’ll be one of those with the diamonds in your crown.

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A beautiful song about this mystery and beautiful promise is highlighted by image-montage by the Beanscot Channel: “There’ll Be a Diamond in My Crown.” Written by Emmylou Harris, who sings harmony here with Patty Loveless -– two of the most beautiful voices on this side of Heaven’s line. The lyrics are sensitive and encouraging to those who are resisting life’s testing and temptations.

Click: There’ll Be a Diamond in My Crown

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