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Dennis
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Spiritual SuperstarsSuperstars
abound in today’s culture. Great
soccer players can create such excitement that fans have been known to
riot in the bleachers. Popular
musicians have fans who stand with adoration throughout entire
concerts. And Hollywood celebrities hire bodyguards to protect themselves from adoring stalkers.
The
first-century Corinthian believers had become divided over their own “spiritual superstars.” Paul
viewed such favoritism as a reflection of the sinful nature in a
believer’s unyielded heart. “For when one says, ‘I am of Paul,’
and another, ‘I am of Apollos,’
are you not carnal?” he asked (1 Cor. 3:4.
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Cor. 3:1-15 |
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1- Corinthians 3 -Audio-)
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When one says, “I am of Paul,” and another, “I am of Apollos,” are you not carnal? —1 Cor. 3:4 |
The apostle’s teaching on how we view Christian leaders puts the topic in a biblical perspective that provides mutual appreciation for those who minister: “I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the increase” (v.6). Each person did his part: Paul had planted spiritual seed through evangelism, and Apollos had watered it with his eloquent Bible teaching. But it was God alone who made the seed of spiritual life grow. He
alone is the “superstar.”
 We should be careful not to
put any Christian leader on a pedestal.
Instead, let’s appreciate how God is using a variety of spiritual leaders for His honor and His glory.  Lord, give us wisdom. We know it’s good to follow the example of our godly leaders, but help us not to think so highly of them that we worship them instead of You. Amen. - - - - - - - Each person has his place in God’s service, and only God deserves the glory. |
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in a Year: 1 Samuel 4-6; Luke 9:1-17 |
"Reflexions from Our Daily Bread"
Posted by: Ben Ayala : benayalal@gmail.com
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Capítulo 2 El llamamiento y la renuncia en la vida del líder - El líder ante un momento crucial La noche cayó con una sorprendente rapidez. Su esposa se encontraba unos metros más allá. Dormía. El no podía conciliar el sueño. Hacía calor. Sudaba. Hubiera querido beberse otro vaso con agua fría, pero asumió que lo mejor era salir por un rato de la estancia y dejarse arrullar por la brisa que—cerca de la medianoche—golpeaba con fuerza sobre el caserío. --¿A dónde vas?—preguntó la mujer. --Afuera, no tardo—respondió él mientras cruzaba el umbral de la puerta. El cielo lucía hermoso, tachonado de estrellas que se perdían en el infinito. Alrededor, las gentes dormían. Estaban ajenos a su realidad. El no hacía otra cosa que pensar. La vida le había sonreído. Tenía el reconocimiento de sus coterráneos, gozaba de solidez económica, de un hogar apacible, de una familia que le amaba y de vastas extensiones de tierra que se perdían en el horizonte. --Definitivamente la vida me ha sonreído...—musi...
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