Posts by Julia

Prayer Of Repentance

Loving Heavenly Father, I come again to worship you in the wonder of who you are. I confess my sins to you, dear Heavenly Father. Wash me clean in my Savior’s precious blood from all that offends you. I recognize with my person a fleshly nature that can be rebellious in your sight. I affirm that in my union with Christ in his death I am dead to the rule of the fleshly nature. I desire the new nature you have placed within me to be in...

Why It’s Hard to Accept God’s Forgiveness

My daughter-in-law, Khouria Jocelyn Mathewes, has a good column today on repentance, as we head into Great Lent. She makes a point about accepting forgiveness for past sins (not the ones that continue in the present, but completed deeds in the past). She reminds us that we must accept forgiveness and move on, and not keep revisiting them and “beating yourself up.” I think that, when we continue to be distraught over a forgiven sin in...

Wholeness, Healing, & the OSL

(by A. F. Learmont) OSL stands for The Order of Saint Luke. When healing is mentioned, the first thought is usually the physical state of the body, a particular ailment or affliction; thus concentration of thought is purely on the physical. Man, however, is not wholly a physical being. Basically, he is a spiritual being. He has been created in the likeness and image of God, and God is a Spirit. God formed man out of a living soul....

Franklin Roosevelt’s D-Day Prayer

They Fight To End Conquest My Fellow Americans: Last night, when I spoke with you about the fall of Rome, I knew at that moment that troops of the United States and our Allies were crossing the Channel in another and greater operation.  It has come to pass with success thus far. And so, in this poignant hour, I ask you to join with me in  prayer: Almighty God: Our sons, pride of our nation, this day have set upon a mighty endeavor, a...

When The Men Go Off To War

What happens when they leave is that the houses fold up like paper dolls, the children roll up their socks and sweaters and tuck the dogs into little black suitcases. Across the street the trees are unrooting, the mailboxes rising up like dandelion stems, and eventually we too float off, the houses tucked neatly inside our purses, and the children tumbling gleefully after us, and beneath us the base has disappeared, the rows of pink...