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Rescue Me!


When I was in worship one day following a particularly disappointing turn of events, the Lord gave this to me: "'The Lord is my portion,' says my soul, 'Therefore I have hope in Him'" (Lam. 3:24, NASB).

This verse has served me well during the years when the dreadful "if onlys" threatened me. Surely, you're familiar with them: "If only I were married." "If only my dad were still here." "If only things were different."

Such musings are potentially very powerful in shaping a mood or mind-set. But praise God for the swift intervention of His counsel on those days! read more

Read the Instructions


My nieces had been teasing me about the growth of peach fuzz on my face, so I decided to use some hair remover on it. Unfortunately, I didn't realize how quickly it worked, and in the process, I managed to remove my eyebrows as well.

Not a problem, I thought, I'll just use pencil till they grow back.

Before they did, I went to hear a special speaker at my church. Her testimony was so moving that I sobbed into a tissue through most of it. read more

Earth Needs Your Witness


I was fortunate to have grown up in a small, southern, very protective community. Certainly there were opportunities to challenge parental authority, but you just didn't do that sort of thing back then, especially not with everyone in the city watching your every move.

But after high school graduation, I went away to college in Boston. Not only was it the coldest place I'd ever been during the winter, I had difficulty adjusting to the climate in other ways, too. Socially, politically and spiritually, Boston was a shocking new experience.

I met young people from all over the world, most of whom had not grown up with a background anywhere near as conservative as my own. I was far from home and immersed in an environment that offered more temptations than I'd ever known existed. read more

Raised to New Life

For years I felt it was me against the whole world. In 1995, I was ill and exhausted. I was also heartbroken following a divorce.

At 34 years old, I felt I didn't have the strength to live. My family and friends were 3,000 miles away, and the stress of being a single parent was taking its toll.

During those days, my only joy was my two beautiful boys, but they were definitely a handful. At the time we lived in a one-bedroom apartment. read more

I Care About America


My education began in the early 1960s in Florida's segregated public schools, where I was taught to love God and my country. I was encouraged to believe that racial hatred was an aberration of my country's true nature. And I trusted that the inequities I lived with would become obsolete one day because they were inconsistent with our national character.

But during the civil rights movement, the nightly news exposed me to the racism and violence being played out across the country. I became greatly disappointed, and then angry, and I began to lose hope that my country would ever fully embrace me.

For years, America's ideals meant little to me. The stories I'd read about the nation's noble beginnings often omitted the fact that among the signers of our Declaration of Independence were several who owned slaves. It was an unsettling irony to me that men who declared freedom to be their rightful inheritance would deny those same "blessings of liberty" to others. read more

Castles in the Sand

IF WE'RE NOT CAREFUL, WE CAN INVEST A LOT OF ENERGY DEVELOPING PROJECTS THAT HAVE NO ETERNAL VALUE. WE NEED TO BUILD ACCORDING TO GOD'S PLAN, NOT OUR OWN.

Editor's note: The following excerpt is a portion of the record of the Rountrees' visions of heaven and the revelations the Holy Spirit gave them. The excerpt begins right after "Anna" has been directed by an angel to take the path to the throne room and go see her heavenly Father.

Much to my amazement, the path on which I had begun to walk seemed to be in motion, like a conveyor belt or a moving sidewalk. I looked down at my bare feet standing on its smooth, advancing surface. read more

Raise Your Shield of Faith


God thrust the sword of the Spirit in my feeble hand 20 years ago when He sent me into a young adult Sunday school class as the teacher. Apply that last word loosely. Actually, I was an idiot.

I got a brand-new Bible for my journey and I meant to keep it that way. I neglected it. Fumbled it. Dropped it. Opened it. Yawned over it. Whined over it. Cried over it. Begged God to help me with it.

Then slowly but surely, one discovery at a time, I fell head over heels in love with it and its brilliant Author. I dug my fingernails into it and vowed never to let it go. I may have a junkyard of broken vows somewhere but, to the glory of God, that one is not in the heap. read more

Remembering The Latter Rain

IN THE MID-1940S, DESPERATE SPIRITUAL HUNGER LAUNCHED AN INTERNATIONAL MOVEMENT. WHAT WAS IT ABOUT, AND HOW DOES IT COMPARE TO CURRENT MOVES OF GOD?

During the mid-1940s renowned ministers such as Charles Price, Smith Wigglesworth and Aimee Semple McPherson individually stated that there was another major move of God's Holy Spirit on the horizon but that they were not going to be alive to see it. They also stated that although some of the so-called "activity of the Spirit" up until that time had been born of the flesh and had the resemblance of Ishmael, those who earnestly tarried for the next move would witness Isaac being born.

These prophecies came forth at a critical time in the life of the church when, during a season of spiritual drought, the groundwork was laid for an outpouring of the Spirit. God's visitation was perfectly orchestrated for the church at large, and it also came at a crucial time for me. read more

Racism Uprooted

My ancestral roots run straight down into the Mississippi mud. My great-grandfather, seven generations removed, was the first Protestant circuit-rider in the Mississippi territory, giving me a rich Christian heritage intermingled with a traditional Southern mind-set.

Unfortunately, my Christian heritage did not tip the scales when weighed against the embedded racial views of the Deep South. My family never spoke with hatred against black people, but they certainly felt that blacks needed to "stay in their place."

When I was growing up, I was told that segregation was the way God meant it to be. It took many years for God to set me free. read more

Purpose is a Process

Have you ever cried out to God, "Why"? Have you ever found yourself wondering if He has forgotten you? It is hard to understand why we go through trials in our lives. I don't have the answers, but one thing I do know: God is faithful! He has a plan for us, and knows that our tests have the potential of being our greatest testimonies.

After losing one of my sons in a horrible car crash, I was left wondering what I had done to deserve such grief. In that moment, God was my comfort.

I learned that purpose is a process, and that the greatest tragedy that we experience will access our greatest blessing. It's not a good thing when someone experiences loss, death or misfortune. But God promises in His Word that "all things work together for good" (Rom. 8:28, NKJV). read more

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