Tooth and ENT Doctor

This is a repost from Holy Week of 2007. Here's an example of one person who, I believe, had the right way of reflecting on his holy week. Let's continue to be reminded of dying on our own crosses! ERIK WEIHENMAYER: "BLIND" FAITH TO TOUCH THE TOP OF THE WORLD "People have the inner resources to become anything they want to be. Challenge (in a person's life) just becomes the vehicle for tapping into those inner resources," begins Eric Weihenmayer. "Life isn't meant to be easy. It is meant to be exciting and challenging. But you've got to understand that it's never going to be easy." Thirty year old Weihenmayer lives in Colorado and thrives on challenge. He is a marathon runner, a long-distance biker, a sky diver, and a well known, highly experienced rock and mountain climber. He has climbed the highest peak on three of the world's seven continents and scaled the Nose of El Capitan. He plans to attempt an ascent of M...

I have a big decision to make. There’s so much going in my head that I can’t seem to come up with a convincing rationale of whatever choice I will come up with. I have listened to a lot of inputs and have made my own analysis as well, but I still can’t come up with a good resolution. What’s there to do? NONE. Just leave it all to God who knows what’s best. I’m just so impressed with Him up there. Life for me has been tough over the last couple of months. But I just want to take a moment here, in the midst of all the buzzing to profess God’s amazing faithfulness. Too often times what happens is that we do ask for divine help; sometimes it comes, other times it doesn’t. For me, I try my best to look at every hardship or issue as an opportunity for God to work to me. However in the midst of all my difficulties and struggles, there have been hope and prayers answered, but more importantly, and what really strikes me the most, is God’s faithfulness to an unworthy and somewhat so...

I would like to tell you a story. It is a true story, because it is about me. I was born in 1930 in Germany to a very orthodox Jewish family. We kept all the holy days, my mother kept a kosher kitchen, and we didn't have much to do with gentiles. Germany was not a good place to be for a Jew in the '30s and '40s, and in time, my family was arrested and sent to Buchenwald, where my father and mother were killed. In Buchenwald, I completely lost my faith, for I could not believe that there could be a God who would let such a thing happen, especially to His People. The allies liberated Buchenwald before the Nazis came for me, and I was passed from one charitable agency to another until eventually I was adopted by a very kind and loving Christian family. They tried very hard to make me feel wanted, but they spoke no German and I spoke no English, They were Christians and I was a Jew, and there was no way for them to know how deeply my experiences had affected me. I had l...