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{devotion} by Sarah Bender The appearance of devotion can often be mistaken for the actuality of it. Devotion is not constituted by zeal or emotional gushings, but by a continual attitude of the heart and mind. Someone who appears to worship fervently with singing, dancing, raised hands and contorted faces is typically thought to be devoted to God, but it is not always so. Several times I’ve walked into a worship service without worshipping at all, despite how it may have looked to others watching. I’d sing the songs, raise my hands, clap, and raise my hands again. My thoughts, completely elsewhere. Isaiah 29:13 (AMP) says “And the Lord said, Forasmuch as this people draw near Me with their mouth and honor Me with their lips but remove their hearts and minds far from Me, and their fear and reverence for Me are a..." full article

IT WAS A TRANQUIL COLORADO SUMMER DAY in June and it was poised and ready for a group of mountain bikers set to hit the beckoning trails. Awaiting their journey were the winding, rigorous paths called Greenland Trail Loop which summoned them like a medieval king gathering his armies for battle. And this path would prove to be as challenging a foe as conquering such enemy kingdoms. The day began with scattered thunderstorms—mixed with marble-size hail and heavy rain—which threatened the team’s ride. Lightning strikes cracked the sky’s backdrop like twisted, white neon lights. By the afternoon the clouds had proved their capabilities and then gracefully bowed away with the promise to return another day; to unleash their hammering downpours. All that remained was the salty smell of wet field grass and the soft... full article