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Life in the Spirit - Week #4: The Groaning of the Spirit (5-18-25) 

Bishop Hannington

May 11, 2025 Sunday morning sermon by Pastor Jeff Colón Website: www.lighthouseontherockky.org Facebook: https://facebook.com/lotrchurch

Bishop Hannington

A good teacher makes a bad decision to help a student pass. by kotochaos. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  Chapter One: First Time Morgan Klein stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, when Chris dropped his pants. To say she was impressed would be an understatement. A smile crawled slowly onto her face as she took in his limp manhood-boyhood, really-and found him larger than her husband at her husband's proudest moment. More impressive was the fact that Chris wasn't even hard yet, though he swelled rapidly under her gaze, growing to an even more impressive size when finished. She could hardly believe it when she took him in hand and found that her fingers could not meet around him.This was Morgan's third year teaching. She was a secondary English teacher and had, the year before, tutored Chris after school. Chris was a tall, brooding sort. He came from a broken home with a single mom in their struggling rural community. His mother did what she could, but she was uneducated herself and, between three jobs, hardly had time to help Chris at all. When he had moved on from eleventh grade, his mother had personally told Morgan's principal that Morgan was her savior. Since then, Morgan has taken a vested interest in Chris' development. Moving into twelfth grade when he should have been ready for graduation, Chris began struggling again. Morgan had been patient at first, but she saw her success quickly withering into failure. Desperate to make a turnaround, she had agreed to a deal which she never thought she would have agreed to before. In her desperation, she had agreed to give Chris an orgasm for a good grade, and Chris eagerly accepted. That was how he ended up fully erect in her face, his massive dick throbbing and leaking in her hand. Chris' penis was nothing like any she had ever seen before. It was something out of a practical joke or a legend. Not only was he thick, but he was monstrously long, too, and his crown was shiny red and dribbling precum as he pulsed and throbbed in her palm. Clearly aroused, she was surprised that he hadn't exploded all over her already. Despite her better judgement, she was flattered at his arousal. Chris stammered as Morgan stared down his shaft. She looked him in the eyes, and he looked away, blushing. “Y-you, Mrs. Klein, you don't have to.” Morgan smiled. Staring down this length, she wondered how he could be brave enough to suggest it but frightened when it happened. His bravado drained the moment he gave her the paper, but she was glad to see that he hadn't deflated at all once after his pants were opened. A lesser man might grow limp with anxiety, but Chris' nerves only seemed to make him harder. “No, Chris, a promise is a promise,” she said, stroking him slowly. She met his gaze again, and her smile broadened as she saw his cheeks growing red. “You got the grade, so you'll get your reward for it. I just wasn't expecting, um, it to be such a LARGE task.” She moved her hand to his root and held him at the base so that she could appreciate his full length. Morgan was a small woman, with small hands, and Chris looked only more impressive by comparison. Despite his length and girth, his pubic hair was sparse and thin, possibly due to his age, she didn't know. She felt silly to be in this situation at all, let alone contemplating the logistics of hair growth in teens. In her second year of teaching, she had been instructed to pick a student and make them her cause. Now, holding Chris hard in her hands, she feels even better about her choice. She held him in both hands and stroked him idly, gathering his precum and smearing it along his shaft. Not a virgin, Morgan has always been pretty and enjoyed male attention. She had never been with someone like Chris, though. Despite his youth, Chris was tall and fit. He still held the A in his hand, clutched tightly and slightly crumpled as she stroked him. He was embarrassed, but he was also throbbing and, measuring at least twelve inches in length and twice her husband' girth, he was more man than anyone she had ever met. Thumbing his crown, Morgan chuckled. Chris moaned in her grasp and, smiling at him, she said, “Someone's excited.” She didn't know who she was talking about, though. Her nipples were erect and chaffing her bra, while her pussy was wetting her panties in her arousal. Chris met her gaze and watched breathlessly as she stroked him with her tiny hands. “Sorry,” he choked, and Morgan laughed again. “Don't be sorry,” she said, and she licked her lips staring down his length. “This is all actually very flattering.” Leaning forward in her chair, she breathed along his cockhead and laughed as he throbbed again. He was steel hard, and she was sure he wouldn't last much longer. A hand job would likely be enough but, stroking him, she knew he wanted more. “Now then, I seem to remember that you had asked for a blowjob in exchange for an A.” Chris nodded, his eyes widening as her wet lips approached his manhood. Morgan licked her lips again and stroked him, gathering precum to his cockhead. Glancing down at him, she chewed her bottom lip. She had never been with a man as large as Chris before, and she was curious to see how well he would fit in her mouth. Though a tiny woman, she was excited to try, and thinking about the size difference between Chris and her husband only made her more excited. “Well, lucky you got an A, then.” Parting her lips, Morgan sucked Chris inside. Her jaw ached to accommodate him as she struggled around his girth. Lips tight, though, she took him to the edge of her throat and gagged briefly before meeting his gaze. Chris watched her in awed silence, his dick painfully hard and his balls tight. He had suggested a blowjob as a joke, and he had felt both guilty and afraid as soon as he said it. When she agreed, he had assumed that was a joke, too, all the way up until she had him in her mouth. Morgan, too, is awed in her own way. Despite being a boy by her estimation, Chris was hung like a man. Fully erect and swelling fatter, he was not only larger than her husband, but he had a more pronounced flavor as well. His precum was thicker than her husband's semen, and the taste of it was robust as it spread across her mouth. Closing her eyes, she focused on the way Chris filled her mouth, and as she bobbed her head on him, she grew drunk on his taste. She mewled, sucking him deep and stroking him with both her hands and her lips. With his flavor in her throat and on her tongue, she became tuned into Chris. His presence surrounded her and filled her. She could smell him suddenly, her nostrils burning with his boyish musk. His youth did nothing to counteract her arousal. In fact, that knowledge that he was still so young only served to arouse her further. She whimpered around him and, hearing this, Chris stiffened in response. Finally, his youth betrayed him. Body tight, muscles flexing, Chris quickened and came hard. Morgan had only just started when his thick semen filled her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned. She swallowed on instinct to keep from choking, but his sperm stuck to her throat. Sitting back to cough, she took the rest across her face. Chris stood still, his dick throbbing as he unloaded the thickest load of his life onto his favorite teacher. Chris' dick was easily twice the size of her husband's. His orgasm, by her estimation, was many times more than that and also many times thicker. He covered her in hot, sticky jelly that burned itself into her flesh. He marked her as his woman, as his slut, as his scalding seed cascaded across her face and torso. Morgan rode it out, her hair catching the semen and clinging to her cheeks. She breathed through it, shivering through her own climax as she smacked her lips. Chris' semen remained thick in her mouth and in her throat, and she could feel it warming her belly. Looking up, she met his gaze and held it as Chris pants and whined like the child he is. In all her life, she has never had a man taste so good. Her husband, in particular, could compete. Chris may have been a boy in many ways, but Morgan had come to recognize that he was a man where it counted most. Coming down from his orgasm, Chris panted. “Oh my God, Mrs. Klein.” Morgan, smiling, sucked him back into her mouth and bobbed her head on him. Chris' hands twitched. He thought to stop her, but he was too drunk on her to fight it. “That felt so good,” he whined. “My hands never felt that good.” Grinning, Morgan flourished her tongue, licking around his glans before holding him with her hands and kissing her way down his hard shaft. Even after the thickest, richest orgasm of either of their lives, he remained erect. She attributed it to his youth, though she found herself flattered by both his resilience and his continued interest. Stroking him idly, she licked his crown. “And that's just the beginning, Chris. Get another A, and we'll see what else I can give you.” She punctuated the statement with a wink. Throbbing in her grip, Chris groaned. “Oh, God!” Morgan laughed in response. That night at home, Morgan tried to have sex with her husband but could not find the willpower to follow through. Comparing him to Chris, she felt both disappointed and defeated. Not only did he fail to measure up to Chris, but his body was softer and his hair thinning. Still young, still fit, and having the interest of one both younger and more impressive than her husband, she found satisfaction in her fingers instead. She masturbated in the shower, teasing and tickling herself to a small climax equal to but less satisfying than the one Chris brought her with a facial. Rinsing herself afterward, she teased her small, pink nipples and later smiled at herself in the mirror. What she was doing was wrong, but it helped Chris and would last until he graduated. That is what she told herself, at least, but deep down she knew that this was only the beginning. Good intentions push a teacher to make another mistake. Chapter Two: Double Take Morgan woke up horny the next day. She woke up imagining Chris' fat cock throbbing and pulsing, and she remembered the hot musk of it as he shot across her face and her nose. She came home sticky with his semen and fingered herself in the shower, her husband was hardly a thought in her head as she did it. She fingered herself again in the morning, reaching a quiet but empty orgasm beside her sleeping husband before her alarm went off. He woke up oblivious, and she woke up angry. She remained horny as she dressed, and she eyed her pert body as well, imagining Chris there with her, equally naked. They would complement each other, Chris' big body looking even bigger beside Morgan's own petite frame. Every part of him was built to break her, but she looked young and could likely pass as his girlfriend in the right context. It flattered her that a man like Chris would show interest in her, and then she reminded herself that Chris was not a man but a boy with a man-sized cock, which did nothing to reduce her pride. The morning passed slowly and empty. She spied Chris passing in the halls but could hardly get him to look her in the eyes. That afternoon for tutoring he was quiet, unwilling or unable to speak to her at length. Morgan, meanwhile, kept hoping he had hidden another A from her and thought to just ask him to let her suck his dick again. She needed to come, and she knew her husband couldn't do it. A week passed and nothing. Thoughts and memories of Chris' dick floated in and out of her head. She tried again to fuck her husband but couldn't. He smelled wrong, and she ended up jerking him off to a meager and disappointing climax. By the next Tuesday, she resented her husband and increasingly looked to Chris for relief. Chris, meanwhile, remained the perfect gentleman. Sometimes, she noticed that he was hard, and though it brought a smile to her face, she wasn't brave enough to act on it. His grades weren't improving, and she didn't want to reward bad behavior. So, she just stared and waited for him to ask for help, and he didn't ask for help because of his embarrassment and his arousal. She had always thought he might have a crush on her, but she had never realized how intense his crush was. Tuesday, however, was too much. They passed in the hall and Morgan noted, with some amusement, that Chris developed a sudden limp. Recognizing her own arousal, she realized the truth–she would have to be the one to end this cold war. So, when tutoring started, she approached his desk and stopped beside him. Seated, he was almost as tall as she was standing. She found his pants tented, and she smiled. He looked at her, his eyes lingering on her small bosom before meeting her gaze. She smiled, and he stammered. “Uh–Um–Mrs. Klein?” Morgan shushed him with one dainty finger to his lips. “Shh,” she said, smiling. “You seem to be having a hard time focusing,” she said, leaning over onto his desk and giving him a glimpse of her breasts down her blouse. “Let me help you.” She ended the statement by cupping his swollen manhood through his pants. Chris gasped. “B-But I haven't gotten another A yet.” Hardly listening, Morgan undid his pants with one hand and pulled his hard dick out. He jumped into view, his dick erupting from the open fly of his boxers. Already long and rigid, he seemed massive compared to her husband, and she cooed as she took him in her hand. After days of fantasy, it felt good to hold the real thing again. “Oh! Do you see that, Chris? You're so big and hard right now, there's no way you can focus on what you're reading. At this rate, you'd be lucky to even get an F.” Taking him in both hands, she stroked him slowly. “Oh, you poor thing. It must hurt to be so big and hard all the time.” Pouting, she looked him in the eyes and found him staring at her breasts. “Is this what I do to you, Chris? Do I make it hard for you to learn?” Gasping and whining, Chris shook his head. His long hair danced as he did. “No, Mrs. Klein. No! You help me!” Morgan smiled. Reaching into his underwear, she cupped his balls and marveled at their weight and size. “That is sweet, Chris, but you don't have to lie.” She purred and held him by his root, staring in awe at his full length. Despite his size, he remained a quiet, mewling teen in the hands of a woman far more experienced. The age difference only helped to arouse her more, and her tiny hands around his dick made him appear bigger by comparison. Groaning, she stroked his full length with both hands. “No, the best thing I can do for you now is help you come. Then and only then can we get any real work done.” She made eye contact with Chris and was happy to find him speechless. Her entire life, she has been a good girl who made the right decision whenever faced with a challenge. Holding Chris now and measuring him against her forearm, she felt like this is the first bad decision of her life, and she was glad that she waited for the right one. Purring, she stroked him from base to crown, holding him as if she was tugging him toward her. “Mm, Chris, I made you this hard. So, I have to be the one who takes on the heavy, heavy burden of helping you find relief.” After that, Morgan lost herself in him. She stared at his shaft and reversed her grip, holding him with both hands and stroking him vigorously. Her husband was a tall man and very slender, and though he was not the only man she had ever been with, he was the one she had chosen to marry. To that point, she had been satisfied with him. Though she had been with bigger men, they had never been large enough to adequately outclass him. Chris, however, outclassed all of them. She had attempted to find pleasure and comfort in her fingers and in her husband for days and found each unworthy. Chris, however, has her wet at a glance. Holding him, stroking him, she could not help but imagine the way that he could and would fill her if given the chance. A facial had given her one of the best orgasms of her life. She knew on instinct that opening her legs to him would give her so much more. Staring at his huge dick as her hands glided across him, watching his swollen red crown leak precum, Morgan whined in her arousal. “Darn it, Chris, I can't believe how stinking big you are!” Gasping in her grasp, Chris whined, “I'm sorry!” Morgan stopped stroking him long enough to look him in the eyes and was hurt to find him anxious. His dick was steel hard, throbbing in her tiny hands, and his interest was obvious, but it was animal interest and little more. Chris was still a child, Morgan remembered, too young to understand her praise or to separate it from insult. She was treating him like a well-endowed stud, experienced and virile, and he could be that someday. Today, however, he was only a eighteen-year-old boy with a mammoth hard-on and a horny teacher. Stroking him more slowly, Morgan swallowed her arousal and put on a smile for him. Chris' big dick was confusing for her. It filled her with lust, but that lust was her burden and not his. He was still a boy, and she was his instructor. It was her job to keep him safe and to teach him the truth. Smiling gently, she whispered to him, “No, Chris. You don't need to apologize. You should never have to apologize for having a big dick.” She giggled, watching him thrust and whine as she stroked him slowly from crown to root. “When I tell you that your dick is big, I am complimenting you. Few men are this size, and I think yours is long, and thick, and gorgeous. So, whenever you're horny, whenever you're distract, bring your big, beautiful dick to me, and I promise to take care of it. Chris gasped, thrusting into her hands, leaking precum all over her fingers. "A-anytime?” Smiling at him again, seeing the hope and the shock in his eyes, Morgan squeezed his dick in open affection. Holding him, stroking him, it is easy to imagine him as a man, but looking him in the eyes reveals that he is only a boy with a man-sized cock that required man-sized attention. The girls at school wouldn't have his best interests at heart, and so Morgan resigned herself to taking care of him instead. “Anytime,” she purred. “Even without an A?” She giggled. “Even without an A.” Licking her lips a second time, she turned her attention back to the swollen, throbbing dick in her hands. She could tell he was getting close and could tell from the way he moved and the way he swelled in her hands. Chris could feel it, too, and seemed to be breathing through his arousal, desperate to keep himself together. Morgan found his efforts cute, but she also wanted to see him explode. Kissing his crown, she whispered, “So, what can I do to help you finish, Chris? What do you need from me? What do you want?” Panting like a dog, Chris barked, “Tits! I want to see your tits!” Smiling, Morgan stroked him with one hand while using her other hand to cup one of her breasts. Her hard nipple dug into her palm as she touched herself. “These little things?” Chris whined and nodded. His dick throbbed, producing even more thick, rich precum to spread across her palm. “Yes,” he panted. “Yes. I want to see them. I want to come on them.” “You want to come on them,” Morgan echoed, laughing. “My, my, you are bold, aren't you?” Releasing her breasts, she put a finger to his mouth as he opened it to apologize. He stared down at her, cross-eyed, around her finger. “Don't,” she said, holding his dick firmly in hand as precum wetted her skin. “Don't apologize, Chris. Women like it when a man knows what he wants, and with a big dick like yours, you have a lot of bargaining power. As for my tits.” Reaching down with her free hand, Morgan lifted her bra and blouse up smoothly over her slender stomach and small, plump breasts. Her nipples, more red than pink in color, stood fully erect and sensitive in the open air. Plucking one, Morgan looked down to regard her breasts before looking him in the eyes and finding him staring. “I can accommodate that request, but you'll have to help me out from here.” Guiding him, she turned him to face her instead of the desk and then moved his hand to hold her blouse up as she kneeled to hold hid dick to her breasts. She returned to stroking him, smearing his precum along his shaft with her palms. The mess spilled onto her chest, gathering in the valley between them. Morgan smiled up at him, and he stared back, jaw hanging, eyes wide and unblinking. She laughed in response. “Now, go ahead and come, Chris. Cover me in all your thick, sticky semen. Unload your big, teenage balls into your favorite teacher's bosom.” Morgan made sure to smile as she fed him the dirty talk, and she felt him quicken immediately. Holding him to her chest, she stroked him to his approaching orgasm and all the way to the end. She could feel his semen swell his shaft, surging and spraying, and she had her own orgasm before his semen even touched her. The feel of his hot seed spreading across her body, though, only amplified it. Like sexual alchemy, it transformed a small, buzzing orgasm into a hurricane of pleasure. By the end both were breathless and panting in climax. Chris' semen had gathered across her breasts and her collar bone, soiling her blouse and possibly ruining it. Morgan didn't care, however. She continued to stroke him before pulling him into her mouth on instinct to clean him. The taste of him elicited a long moan from her as she bobbed her head on him dutifully, both grateful for the orgasm he gave her and the one she received across her torso. Comparing him against her husband again only made her more grateful. When finished, she sat back to display the semen she had collected across her chest to him, and she saw his dick twitch before swelling gradually back to life. Taking hold of him again, Morgan stroked him idly. “Now, now, Chris,” she said, chuckling affectionately as he hardened in her hand. “I won't help you a second time today, no matter how distracted you get.” Taking hold of him by the root, she stared at his dick in awe. “At least, not if you don't earn it.” Eying his cock, she gave it a quick kiss before standing. “We don't have much time before your mother gets here, and I need to get cleaned up.” Watching her move, Chris stammered. Mrs. Klein was a tiny thing, not skinny but slender. She kept fit with rigid exercise, and it showed in the subtle way her body flexed as she moved. Breathless, he stammered, “O-Okay.” Morgan lowered her blouse, pulling it down over her cum-soaked breasts and showing off the stains he left in the fabric. She was partway across the classroom, her bare feet stepping lightly across the glossy tiles, before he called to her. Turning, she stared back at him and his hard dick with equal want. “Yes?” Chris, feeling suddenly self-conscious, looked away. “Tha, Thanks.” Morgan smiled. Eyes fixed on his dick, she said, “You're welcome, and put that big thing away before someone sees it and asks questions.” Chris, looking down at his dick, scrambled. “Yes, ma'am!” Morgan laughed from the doorway. “I'll be back soon, and then we can brush up on some key terms before you go home. Okay?” Chris gave a rushed affirmative as Morgan ducked out into the hall. She hurried to the teacher's lounge bathroom to rinse off but hesitated at the sink when she got there. Wearing his semen was oddly comforting and staring at her reflection made her feel somehow more confident in herself. Already a supremely confident woman, she realized that the pride she felt was in having Chris' interest to begin with. Rinsing herself, she watched the way the water molded her blouse to her figure and thought silently how it will be even harder to keep Chris focused. To be continued in a 10 part series, on Literotica by kotochaos, for Literotica [All characters in this story, are over the age of 18 years.]

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Is the world getting worse? Or better? John Mark explores how the world is progressing materially and technologically, but regressing psychologically, relationally, and spiritually. He shows how, even in the midst of the good and the bad of the human condition, the resurrection of Jesus opens the door for us to live the life we're longing for. Key Scripture Passage: Romans 8v18-25This podcast and its episodes are paid for by The Circle, our community of monthly givers. Special thanks for this episode goes to: Alissa from Milwaukee, Wisconsin; Terry from Dublin, Georgia; Jacob from Edmond, Oklahoma; John and Vicki from Bend, Oregon; and Vanassa from Los Angeles, California. Thank you all so much!If you'd like to pay it forward and contribute toward future resources, you can learn more at practicingtheway.org/give.

Romans chapter 8:17-18, "Now if we are children, then we are heirs--heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in His sufferings, in order that we may also share in His glory. I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us."What grace is this, that those who were once rebels and enemies of God, are now called His children. Not merely pardoned, not only adopted--but made heirs of God Himself and co-heirs with Christ. This is a staggering truth, and one far beyond human merit or imagination. It is God's sovereign grace on display, lifting the ruined sons of Adam into the royal family of Heaven.To be a child of God is the highest privilege known to man. It is not something earned, but granted by divine grace to those who are united to Christ by faith. And with sonship comes inheritance, not merely an inheritance from God, but God Himself as our portion. We are heirs of God, and joint-heirs with Christ.But there is a condition, "If indeed we share in His sufferings." This is not a condition of merit, but of identity. To belong to Christ is to walk the path He walked. There can be no crown without the cross, no glory without the grief. This world that hated Him, will not embrace His followers. And while our afflictions may differ in kind and degree--every true believer will, in some form share in the fellowship of His sufferings.How can that be? Because the weight of glory is infinite. The suffering is momentary, yet the glory is eternal. The trials are temporal--yet the inheritance is incorruptible, undefiled, and unfading. If we are to reign with Christ, we must be content to suffer with Him. T

Life is full of groaning—creation groans under brokenness, we groan in suffering, and even the Spirit groans in prayer. But these groans aren't meaningless; they're signs of hope and glory on the way. Dive into Romans 8:18-27 with us to discover how God uses our struggles to prepare us for redemption. Learn to embrace groaning as hope in action and live with purpose while waiting for God's restoration!

We live in patient hopefulness because our suffering is NOTHING compared to our future glory.

Sermon By: Pastor Ronald Jeyaseelan Sermon Title: From Groaning to Glory Scripture: Romans 8:18-22 Date: March 23, 2025

Do you find yourself complaining often? Jeff connects the Israelites' 40 years in the wilderness, filled with complaints against Moses, God, and their circumstances, with our own potential for complaint during the 40 days of Lent. Jeff encourages us to transform complaints into moments of trust and gratitude. Snippet from the Show Am I a complainer looking for a problem, or am I a disciple helping Jesus solve problems? Email us with comments or questions at thejeffcavinsshow@ascensionpress.com. Text “jeffcavins” to 33-777 to subscribe and get Jeff's shownotes delivered straight to your email! Or visit https://media.ascensionpress.com/?s=&page=2&category%5B0%5D=Ascension%20Podcasts&category%5B1%5D=The%20Jeff%20Cavins%20Show for full shownotes!

Sin doesn't just affect us—it has corrupted all of creation. But God's plan includes restoring everything through Christ. Join us as we explore Romans 8:20-23 and discover the hope we have in redemption.

Join us as we study Romans 8:18-22, where Paul reminds us that suffering is a present reality for both believers and creation. Yet, this suffering is temporary and insignificant in comparison to the future glory we will share with Christ. this passage calls us to endure with hope, knowing that redemption is coming, not just for us but for the entire creation.

Join us as we study Romans 8:18-22, where Paul reminds us that suffering is a present reality for both believers and creation. Yet, this suffering is temporary and insignificant in comparison to the future glory we will share with Christ. this passage calls us to endure with hope, knowing that redemption is coming, not just for us but for the entire creation.

Far from my deliverance are the words of my groaning. – Psalm 22:1

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Salvation is a culturally loaded term, but it's simply another way of talking about transformation. And often we don't just long for transformation, we groan for it. This passage helps us understand both our groaning and our longing.

GERRY BRESHEARS, Professor of Theology, Western Seminary / Sixth Sunday after Epiphany / Psalm 13

Everyday Life on Mission . . .I. Understand the Anatomy of Engaging a People or Place! (11:19-30) II. Expect Suffering as Part of Life in this World, as a Christian, and on Mission! (Ch 12)Practical Implicationso What are your next steps for Everyday Mission? o What keeps you from Praying w/ Boldness? Answers? o Review back of Sheet: What stands out? What would you add? Musings on Suffering God Centered Perspective:- Our Purpose in Life reframes the question: from why me to how do I show a superior satisfaction in Him! (2 Cor 5:9) - Produces greater eternal glory in/for us (2 Cor 4:16-18)- Life in Fallen world: Groaning and Redemption (Rom 8:22-25)- God has a wisdom/power beyond our vantage point (Rom 11:33-36)- Why is rarely answered but the Who is always answered (Job 40-42) - God entered the world and suffered on the cross (Mt 27:46) - God will do right and make all things right one day. (Rev 21:4) How do we Suffer Well: - Learn to Lament/Grieve Well before God: (Psalms) - Keep Praying: Don't let God disappear from trial. - Lean into God as He is; all that He is - Root out our idols/disordered loves- Cling to/Move towards Christ - Meditate on our eternal hope - Stay in Community- resist the urge to isolate.- In Time- Find Someone to Love and Serve - Stay faithful to the means of grace/disciplines Why do we Suffer? (*No “Answer” but some ideas)- *Beware of a Greater Good mentality. - Weans us from Love Affair w/ this World/Life- Tests the strength of our faith (goal of approving)- Works humility and compassion in us - Exposes our disordered loves/deepest treasures-Deepens our heavenly hope- Become more genuinely helpful to others- Opportunity to glorify God w/ Tears: Display God is better than what we can/will lose in this life (Ps 63:3) - Necessary in the Process of maturity and hope (Ja 1:2-4; Rom 5:1-5) What is helpful in this list to you? Why? What else would you add?

Pastor Josh Cardwell

IN THE WORLD TODAY ONE MIGHT ASK WHY SO MUCH TROUBLE-SUFFERING-AFFLICTION-SORROWS-GROANING-GRIEF-DESPAIRING OF LIFE-BEING PRESSED OUT OF MEASURE-AND-WHY THERE SEEM TO BE NO PEACE IN THE WORLD-AND-LOCALLY IN OUR OWN COUNTRY?-ONE MIGHT ASK-IF THERE IS A GOD-WHY IS THE WORLD THIS WAY?-WELL, BECAUSE OF THE SIN OF MAN IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN-SINCE THE BEGINNING OF MANKIND-GOD HAVE HAD TROUBLE WITH MANKIND-GOD HAVE SUFFERED -WITH OUR AFFLICTION-AND ASSAULTS AGAINST THE BIBLE-&-OUR DISRESPECT FOR THE RIGHTEOUSNESS OF GOD IN CHRIST JESUS-WE HAVE CAUSED GOD SORROW-GROANING-GRIEF-DESPAIRING OF THE LIFE OF HIS SON JESUS CHRIST-WE HAVE BRUISED THE LORD-STRICKEN THE LORD-SMITTEN HIM-SPAT UPON HIM-KILLED GOD ONLY BEGOTTEN SON-PRESSED THE LORD OUT OF MEASURE-AND MOST OF MANKIND TODAY FEEL NO REMORSE -NOR FOR THEIR OWN SINS CURRENTLY-SOME STILL CRUCIFY CHRIST AFRESH EVERY DAY-MANKIND CONTINUE TO LIVE ungodly LIVES AND THEN WE SEE THE WORLD GOING TO HELL IN A HAND BASKET-SIN IS NOT A RESPECTOR OF PERSONS-OR-POLITICAL PARTY-IT HAS NO REGARD FOR NATIONALITY-COLOR-ORIGIN-PEDIGREE-PERSONALITY-OR-PAY GRADE-COLOR OF SKIN-NOR FOR WHAT CALIBER OF FIREARM YOU CARRY-WHILE MANKIND IS SEEKING TO DO OTHERS-SOMEONE IS SEEKING TO DO MANKIND-WHATSOEVER A MAN SOWETH-THAT SHALL HE REAP-BELIEVE THAT-SIN MUST RESPECT THE RIGHTEOUSNESS OF GOD IN CHRIST JESUS-AND-THAT IS WHERE THE WORLDS DILEMMA LIES-THERE ARE MANY IN THIS WORLD CLAIMING TO SERVE A god-MANY CALL THEIR god MANY NAMES-SOME OF WHICH ARE NOT IN THE KJV BIBLE-WHICH SHOULD BE A CLEAR INDICATOR ON WHY THEIR god IS NOT WORKING OUT FOR THEM-I WOULD NOT SERVE A god-THAT TELLS ME TO KILL-AND TERRORIZE-AND COMMIT SUICIDE-WHILE KILLIING OTHERS INCLUDING MY OWN FAMILY FOR THE SAKE OF PEACE-OR-EVEN DRIVE CARS DOWN STREETS AND RUN OVER PEOPLE-AND-MANGLE THEM FOR A BETTER CAUSE IN THE NAME OF PEACE-OR-EVEN GUN DOWN MY OWN NEIGHBORS IN THE STREETS-&-ON THE SIDE WALKS LIKE A SPORT DAILY AND EVEN THE MORE ON CERTAIN HOLIDAYS-OR-I WOULD NOT SERVE A god THAT OPERATE WITHIN HATE-WHERE DOES THAT LEAD TO BUT BACKBITTING-DEATH-AND-THE GRAVE-YET MANY DO SERVE THIS KIND OF god-THE god OF THIS WORLD-AND-THERE WE HAVE THIS WORLD IN ITS CONDITION-NOW AFTER THE CHURCH IS GONE-IT WILL GET WORSE-WELL-I GUESS IT IS TOO SIMPLE FOR MANKIND TO BELIEVE IN THE KJV BIBLE-THERE IS A GOD-ONE GOD IN CHRIST JESUS-OUR LORD WHO DESIRES ALL MANKIND TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER AND LIVE IN PEACE-IT MUST BE EASIER TO HATE THAN TO LOVE-OR ELSE SURELY NO ONE WOULD WANT TO CREATE A WORLD OF HATE FOR THEIR CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN-MAYBE ONY IF THEY FELT THEIR HATE REIGNED SUPREME-WELL,NEVER UNDER ESTIMATE THE DEGREE OF ANOTHER MAN GREED OR HATE-NOW, I AM GLAD I LOVE GOD IN CHRIST JESUS-IT WILL NOT EXEMPT ME FROM THIS WORLD-IT SURE WILL ALLOW ME SOME SANITY WHILE EXISTING WITHIN IT-GOD IN CHRIST JESUS IS STILL WORKING IT OUT FOR ALL WHO WHOLE HEARTEDLY DEPEND UPON THE LORD-I MUST ADMIT IT IS INTERESTING WATCHING THIS WORLD UNFOLD THE BIBLICAL WAY-WHATSOEVER YOU DO TO SOMEONE-IT SHALL BE DONE TO YOU-I IMAGINE MY HERITAGE BEING BROUGHT OVER IN CHAINS-AND NOW-PEOPLE JUST WALK ACROSS -THEY ARE FREELY BORN IN THE COUNTRY AND ARE NOW  CITIZENS-WELL THAT IS GOOD-IT WORKED FOR ME-AND EVERY ONE ELSE THAT HAS EXISTED WITHIN  THIS COUNTRY-WHY IS EVERY BODY BENT OUT OF SHAPE-THIS COUNTRY WAS BUILD ON BLOOD-HATE-MURDER-TO THE WORSE DEGREE-NOW-IT IS SO WRONG WHEN SOMEONE ELSE DOES IT-WELL SOMETIMES-DEPENDING ON WHO IT IS-SOMETHINGS NEVER CHANGE UNTIL GOD IN CHRIST JESUS CHANGE IT-THE BIBLE IS SO REAL UNTIL-THE BIBLE ALONE SHALL CONVINCE MAN AT LEAST THAT GOD IN CHRIST JESUS KNOWS IT ALL-THE END FROM THE BEGINNING AND IT AINT OVER YET!!-WELL ENOUGH CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK-THE GREAT SMELTING OF MANKIND CONTINUES TO LIE AHEAD-WE LOOK FOR PEACE IN A MAN-THAT MEANS SOME ONE WHO SHARES OUR  VIEWS-AND-THAT MIGHT WORK UNTIL ungodly VIEWS BEGIN TO RULE-AT THE MINDS OF THE MAN-TRUST IN GOD IN CHRIST JESUS-GOD IS LOVE AND HOLY-TRUST NOT IN MAN. 

Heart Conference 2025Groaning - A Gift from God?Matt Collier01/19/252 Corinthians 5:1-5

Our future is not a return to the good 'ole days but a remake of all things new. The longer I live the more I long to call heaven home.

Romans - The Just Shall Live By Faith

One of our most profound capacities as humans is the ability to re-story our lives. In this final episode of the storytelling series, we explore the movement from shame to compassion/self-compassion. This is primarily a somatic or embodied process, allowing our bodies to release the stored vital energy that may have become stuck in our system, with groaning, yelling, and whatever else creates emotional flow. With practice, we can release our bodies into new stories, for our sake and for the sake of the world around us.

No groaning allowed was recorded because I know when I start talking about specific topics that might help you some of you groan or you may roll your eyes,  I don't share things that don't work got it?

Slumber's Interlude. By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Emily was suffocating. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. The snow was piling in on top of her and there was simply no escape from the wrecked car in which she was trapped. With arms and legs flailing in all directions to no avail, she screamed on and on and on, ‘Emily!' She heard his voice above her own gasps. He sounded calm, strong, reliable and infinitely dependable. 'Emily!' he repeated, a little louder, his hands gripping her shoulders. 'Wake up, Sweetheart. You're having a nightmare.'In shock, she snapped open her eyes, only to find herself in bed and gazing directly into Sam's handsome face. Having been woken from his slumber by her cries, Sam had swiftly dashed across the corridor to provide comfort. With immense relief that she wasn't actually trapped inside a wrecked car, Emily dropped her head back down onto the pillow as her galloping heart rate slowly subsided. 'Thank you,' she sighed at length. 'I'm not sure what happened there.' 'You had a nightmare. It's perfectly natural after your accident,' soothed Sam. Now that she was out of imminent danger, Emily was able to take a proper look at the man who had materialised in her dimly lit room. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she was drawn to his muscled, hairy legs and, quite literally, 'just out of bed' hair; a look which he pulled off to perfection. She had never seen a man look so desirable; so completely out of her league. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes, simply enjoying the feel of his fingers which continued to comfortingly stroke her bare shoulders. Daringly, she lifted her eyes to his, only to observe that intense gaze once again. 'May I hold you?' he asked in a gruff voice. 'Yes,' she nodded, surprised by her immediate reflex response, which had escaped before her astonished brain had a chance to fully process the implications of his question. Within seconds, Sam had closed the bedroom door, flicked the lights back off and slipped under the bedcovers beside her. Sliding across to the centre of the bed, he manoeuvred a disbelieving Emily onto her side before wrapping his strong arms around her, spooning tenderly. Wearing only a thin, silk camisole, Emily lay there in frozen disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. One thing she did know though; there wasn't a snowflake's chance in hell of her falling asleep again now. As she took a deep calming breath, the delicious scent of him filled her lungs and made her spine tighten with desire. 'Good night, Emily,' he murmured, gently stroking his fingertips across her forearm. 'Good night, Sam,' she croaked into the darkness, her eyes wide and staring. As they lay there, Emily listened to his slow, methodical breathing, super-aware of his presence and each and every touch point of their bodies. She could feel herself becoming increasingly aroused; her pussy had begun rhythmically clenching with each stroke of his hand. After a while, he spoke once again. 'Can't sleep?' he murmured into her ear. 'No,' she croaked from deep within her dry throat. 'You're probably still stressed out from the crash,' he said kindly. 'Um, maybe,' she sighed, wiggling her hips backwards to snuggle closer to his body. Through her thin, silk nightdress, she was surprised to feel his thick erection, now nestling between her ass cheeks. 'I'm sorry,' he groaned quietly. 'It's the unavoidable curse of being a man.' 'Is it really a curse?' asked Emily. 'Yeah, sometimes,' admitted Sam, a smile clearly apparent in his voice. 'You don't get much leeway to be subtle. If my cock were a person,' he continued, gently shaking his head. 'It would basically be wearing a fluorescent jacket, holding a loud hailer and shouting “I think you're stunning and I wanna fuck you all night”.' A long silence followed this pronouncement. Eventually, Emily finally built up the courage to voice the question she'd been bursting to ask. 'And is that also your opinion?' she breathed. 'Can I plead the fifth amendment?' he asked, only half joking. 'If I knew what that involved,' smiled Emily. 'But I don't, so you'd best just answer.' Another long silence followed, during which time the house creaked and groaned from the influence of the snowstorm taking place outside. 'Yeah, I think you're stunning,' he eventually admitted, in an undertone. Emily lay stationary in his arms, biting her lower lip, not daring to move. 'And the other part?' she whispered, her heart rate ramping up with every second that passed. 'You mean do I want to fuck you all night long?' he queried, sounding increasingly confident. 'Uh-huh,' groaned Emily, nodding gently. 'I'd substitute the word “fuck” with “make love”, but, yeah, of course,' he sighed. 'More than anything. What man wouldn't? Sorry,' he added, when she failed to respond. 'You know, men and women aren't that different,' said Emily at last. 'Is that right?' sighed Sam, now achingly hard. 'Yeah,' smiled Emily, wrapping her fingers around his hand and guiding it gently onto her breast. 'Women's bodies just use slightly more subtle signals.' Groaning with deep contentment, Sam allowed his thumb to glide up and over her silk-covered, erect nipple before circling gently. His actions immediately elicited a deep moan from Emily, who subconsciously rocked her hips back against him. Sam stroked one hand tenderly across her flat stomach, whilst the other attended to her throbbing nipples. When he progressed to placing his thumb and index finger around each nub, squeezing and pulling away gently, Emily groaned loudly. Arching her back, she pushed her head into Sam's shoulder, exposing her tender neck to him. 'You are incredibly sexy, Miss Jones,' he muttered, starting to kiss teasingly from Emily's ear lobe down to her collar bone. 'I'm in heaven, just being here with you like this.' Unable to respond, Emily simply sighed, allowing her spare hand to trail behind her to caress Sam's rock-hard thighs. In all honesty, Emily felt almost inebriated; overwhelmed by his pure sensuality and the continuous movement of his hands. It was crazy but, although their lips hadn't even touched yet, it already felt as though they were making love. It was amazing how his smallest touch encouraged tiny impulses of pleasure to radiate out across her body. Utterly relaxed, Emily allowed him to set the pace. And his pace was slow. Seriously slow. She had never experienced anything on this level before; a man who had all the time in the world to pleasure her, happy to delay his own gratification for the sake of her enjoyment. As time passed, Emily felt herself surrender to him completely. Eventually, wordlessly, Sam encouraged her to turn in his arms and face him. As she shuffled around, she realised how swollen her pussy had become; arousal had literally started to pool on the bed sheet below. How was it possible to be this turned on already? Through the darkness, Emily could sense Sam's face moving closer to hers. As his hand moved up to cup her cheek, she felt his warm breath floating into her mouth, which she opened slightly in willing anticipation. She was, therefore surprised, that the first touch she experienced was from his teeth, encompassing her top lip and tugging gently. 'Uh,' she groaned, from the sensation of having her mouth trapped by his. He held her there for a long moment, before running his soft tongue across her imprisoned lip, causing a moan to resonate deep within Emily's throat. As automatically as breathing, her hand migrated to the back of Sam's head and clung onto his hair. A reciprocal groan sprang from him, as he loosened his hold, only to sink his teeth into her bottom lip and repeat. Eventually Sam released her. 'I must have been very good all year, to have you as my Christmas present,' he murmured. 'You have been,' she panted. 'Your aunt's already informed me that you're a good boy.' 'Did she?' he smirked, allowing his slowly circling hands to migrate across Emily's lower back and teasingly skim her bottom. 'What other lies did she tell you?' 'I think the words she used were faithful and trustworthy,' gasped Emily, in response to his wickedly exploring hands. 'Ah, well, that's true. But if you're looking for somebody who's good, I'm afraid I'm destined to disappoint you.' 'I just want you,' sighed Emily, surprised to feel brave enough to share her innermost desires. 'I honestly don't care much about anything else.' 'That's a relief,' growled Sam. 'Because tonight, I hope “good” will be the very last adjective you'll choose to describe me.' Dropping his mouth down onto hers, this time, he allowed his full, soft lips to mold themselves to Emily's, before they embarked on the most exquisite kiss she had ever experienced. When their soft, velvet tongues finally grazed against each other, Emily groaned throatily, unable to prevent herself from naturally lifting her uppermost leg to wrap around his waist. With no panties on, she felt a thrill as the coarse texture of his cotton T-shirt brushed against her wet, throbbing pussy lips. This man was out of this world; the whole day simply had to be a dream. For Emily, the time she spent with Sam was an education in itself; she had never before been with a man who paid her so much time, care and attention. His hands never once stopped caressing her back, head and shoulders, yet he was in no rush to progress, seemingly happy to kiss, just for the sake of kissing. God, she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed such intimacy. With a heightened sense of self, the experience of simply being alive had never felt so good. When they eventually drew apart, Emily slowly opened her eyes, surprised to see the room dimly illuminated. Without them being aware, the snowstorm had now quietened, producing occasional breaks in the cloud that allowed moonlight to infiltrate through. As a result, the bright light bounced across the pristine white surfaces outside and crept in through the windows. 'Look at me,' directed Sam, as he held her close against him. Slowly raising her chin, Emily locked onto his eyes which were twinkling back at her, lines fanning out from the corners, providing a giveaway sign that he was smiling. 'You are so beautiful, Emily,' he murmured before leaning forwards to plant the lightest of kisses on her lips. His words were spoken with such genuine affection that she feared her heart would explode with longing. Gradually kissing and nibbling his way down her neck and shoulders, he eased her arms through the straps of her camisole, leaving her feeling vulnerable yet wanton. With the silk garment still covering her breasts, Sam danced his talented lips and tongue across her chest, planting butterfly kisses, whilst purposefully avoiding where she most wanted him to concentrate his obvious talents. Emily's hands naturally migrated to the back of his head. With her fingers buried in his thick, silky hair, she did her best to guide him towards her throbbing nipples. Aware of her arousal starting to stream from her body, she was painfully desperate for his touch. 'No,' she groaned as, having felt his tongue skip lightly beneath her camisole to venture over the very edge of her areola, he drifted away once more. Immediately, Sam lifted his head away from her. 'You need me to stop?' he asked seriously. 'I need you to stop teasing me,' complained Emily. 'Well, that's never going to happen,' he sighed. 'But if you need to sleep, I can stop.' 'Sleep?' she asked incredulously, her body buzzing with sexual tension. 'You're kidding me, right? I've never felt this turned on.' 'Um, good,' he sighed with satisfaction, slowly pulling away Emily's clothing to reveal her aching breasts. 'You aren't alone.' 'I want you inside me,' she gasped, as he directed her nipple between his teeth and began to lightly clamp it. Feeling him sucking her sensitive skin deeper into his mouth, before adding his teasing tongue, Emily threw her head back and cried out. Releasing her, he made his way across to her other breast. 'Believe me, you will have me inside you. But until then, I'm a very patient man and I'm not going anywhere,' he growled, before pulling her other nipple into his warm mouth. 'Fuck!' cried out Emily in disbelief, as an electrical impulse seemed to travel straight from his mouth to her core. She was so wet now, it was getting ridiculous. She could feel her arousal running across her exposed thigh, over her ass and sticking to the bed sheets below. 'But what about your pleasure?' she panted, when his gifted mouth finally released her. 'You don't think being here with you, like this, is giving me the biggest thrill ever?' he smiled. Creeping further down the bed to kiss her abdomen, he pulled her bunched-up camisole completely away, to leave her naked and entirely vulnerable to his will. 'God, I just want to touch you all night long.' 'Oh, please!' she cried as Sam hovered his mouth over her tummy before starting to inch lower still. 'If I allow my tongue to explore you here,' he murmured, the impact of his breath bouncing over her thighs and making Emily feel faint with longing. 'Am I going to discover another one of your subtle signals that confirms you want the same as me?' 'Yes!' she yelped, as Sam shifted slightly, making Emily anticipate his touch before it actually happened. 'I've never wanted anything, or anyone, more than I want you right now,' she panted frantically. 'Um, good to know,' he murmured, encouraging a groaning Emily to open her legs wide to him, by lightly leaning his slightly stubbled face against her soft, inner thighs. 'And just to be clear,' he added, hovering just millimetres above her puffy, exposed pussy. 'The feeling is entirely mutual.' With a caress so light, Emily wasn't initially sure if he was touching her at all, Sam began to explore. Using a combination of his fingers and tongue, he teased, stroked and experimented, softly but very, very deliberately. Whenever Sam found a location that caused a particularly appealing reaction, he paused for a beat, sampling with uncontained delight. Emily was singularly aware of her trembling mouth and heavy thighs, as blood pounded around her body. Her spine stiffened when his tongue ceased its long strokes along the length of her swollen lips, to be replaced by a darting, circling flirtation around her clit. Held in a state of extended bliss, she was unable to hear her own soft cries echoing around the room due to the loud, heavy pulse that now filled her ears. 'Please, please,' she groaned, as his teasing became almost unbearable. Sam paused to respond to her appeal. He had been using his thumbs to tease her lips open further, enabling him to probe her more deeply with his tongue. 'Please what?' he asked impishly, blowing a fine trail of breath over her hardened clit. 'Please let me come,' she begged, hands tightly gripping the sheets. 'Please, ' 'Tell me how you want to come,' he growled. 'What do you need?' 'Your fingers inside me,' she said quickly, the words falling out of her mouth in desperation. It was so unlike her to be issuing instructions in this way, particularly with somebody she barely knew, but he'd simply made her feel so desperate. 'Just one?' he suggested, circling his index finger gently around her deep pool of arousal, before ever so slowly allowing it to slide into her warm, tight body. 'Or more?' 'Oh God!' she groaned, her pelvis grinding against the bed. 'More.' 'Um, yeah. I think more too,' he breathed, slowly retracting his single finger, before allowing it to return, this time coupled with his thicker middle finger. He was astonished at how easily they slipped into her tightly clenched pussy; she was so incredibly turned on, it was delightful. 'And what about my mouth?' he murmured, ignoring Emily crying out in reaction to the sensation of being stretched wider. 'Awgh,' she groaned, unable to find the words to respond, as his fingers moved inside her. 'With my lips sweetly trapping your clit, you think?' he grinned. 'Yeah, I'm inclined to agree.' Commencing a continuous, demanding rhythm, Sam began to rock his fingers deep into Emily as he dropped his mouth down. He provided the perfect pressure, clamping his lips around her throbbing nub and working his nimble tongue around her pleasure centre. With great joy, Sam felt Emily shudder around him and he knew she was close. This is the moment thought Emily to herself, as her entire being ramped up towards her inevitable first orgasm. If I ever have a near-death experience again, this is the memory I want to flash before my eyes to remind me that I've truly lived. Moving her hips consistently against his powerful, unforgiving fingers and insistent mouth, Emily quickly surrendered all remaining self-control and crashed headlong into an extraordinarily powerful orgasm which seemed to have no end. When she eventually scaled back down to earth, she was left weak, dizzy and shaking, yet frantic for more. She swallowed hard, in an attempt to lubricate her dry throat, sore from the cries she'd been forced to expel. Retracting from her gently, Sam shuffled upwards and simply held her in his arms, allowing her to smell her own arousal on his breath. 'That sounded pretty nice,' he murmured at last, once her breathing had recovered. 'Jeez,' sighed Emily through clenched teeth. 'Do you have any idea how much I want you?' 'Show me,' he grinned and with a giggle, Emily willingly accepted his challenge. Sliding the T-shirt away from his flat stomach and up over his head, Emily ran her hands over Sam's warm skin, enjoying the amazing feel of his taut, muscled body beneath her soft fingertips. But she needed to feel closer; as close as it is possible for two people to ever be. Emily had never yearned for another person like she did for Sam; they felt like two halves of the same whole and she couldn't wait to be joined. His chest felt so strong and masculine as she ran her face against him, inhaling deeply. God, he smelt fantastic. Allowing her mouth to drop to his skin, she gently grazed her teeth, first against one nipple and then the other, relishing the groans coming from deep within his throat. Gaining confidence, her hands moved further down to his taut abdomen, circling teasingly with softly stroking fingers. Emily's mouth followed swiftly behind, kissing along Sam's torso; licking, tasting, nibbling and generally wallowing in the pleasurable sighs and groans he was making. Unable to help herself, her hands drifted further down Sam's incredible physique, fingers dipping under the waistband of his shorts and pushing them away. As his cock sprang up to greet her, she could sense herself salivating, so anxious for a taste. Lifting him gently, she wrapped her lips around his warm cock, lapping her tongue over the thick head. 'Uh, Please, Emily,' groaned Sam. 'Mum?' she murmured, unwilling to remove her mouth. 'Turn around,' he requested. 'I need to taste you again. Please, ' Without removing him from her mouth, Emily managed to shuffle herself around until her pussy was held dripping over his face. With a groan of pleasure, his arms wrapped around her ass as he pulled her downwards and his talented tongue got to work once more. A deep moan rose from Emily's throat as her grip on his shaft tightened and she took more of his cock into her mouth, her spare hand sliding around to cup and massage his balls. Drowning in the pleasure of their mutual, intimate touch, Emily and Sam moved softly against each other, pushing the other ever-closer towards climax. Emily's mouth and hands played with Sam incessantly, until he couldn't imagine any more blood entering his cock; it would literally be impossible to be harder. In turn, Sam repaid the favour, holding Emily on the precipice of ecstasy, tongue softly probing, fingers everywhere. Emily felt an unexpected wave of power as she held a groaning, shaking Sam hovering on the edge of his own release, by simply swiping her tongue across his throbbing head every few seconds. In turn, he held her clit between his teeth, maintaining a pressure that made arousal flow effortlessly from her pussy. 'I need you to fuck me. I need you right now,' demanded a panting Emily, releasing him at last. 'Talk to me about contraception,' he murmured, breathing rapidly. 'Oh crap!' she groaned. 'I'm not on the pill.' 'Okay, give me a sec,' he muttered. Pulling himself up from the bed, he dashed naked, out of the door and across the landing. He swiftly returned with a box of condoms and a broad grin. 'My hero!' giggled Emily as he collapsed back down on the bed beside her. 'But how about we don't use them until right towards the end?' she suggested. 'I really want to feel you, without anything separating us.' 'That's naughty, young lady,' reprimanded Sam, pulling her soft figure against his. 'I know, and I'm afraid I don't care,' she explained, kissing him tenderly. It was some time before they came up for air again. 'You do understand that I'm going to screw you senseless, don't you?' Sam grinned, pushing her masterfully back onto the bed and settling between her knees, which she automatically wrapped around him. 'I just need you to be prepared for that.' Laying his torso down over hers, Sam guided the thick head of his cock into her deep pool of arousal. Emily whimpered quietly into his mouth; it was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. Allowing a trembling Emily time to get used to every single inch of him, Sam proceeded very gradually, sliding inside slowly and fluently, able to feel every muscle within her body clench. 'Oh, you beautiful, beautiful girl,' he groaned, the head of his cock pushed part way into her tightly clamped pussy. 'Oh, God! You're heaven, ' 'Please, don't tease me,' she begged, eager for more. 'I need all of you.' 'Have you never heard of the concept of delayed gratification?' he murmured. Sam could feel his cock grow wetter and wetter as he moved another inch inside, allowing a gasping Emily to become familiar with his considerable girth. 'Don't worry. I'll soon be fucking you, the way you need to be fucked. But, right now, I'm enjoying taking my time.' Emily tried to rock her hips in order to gain more of him, but to no avail. Chuckling, Sam lifted her wrists above her head, holding them within one of his large hands, to prevent further movement. 'I'm obviously going to have to persuade you around to my way of thinking,' he sighed as, without any sense of urgency, he continued to barely move inside her. 'Close your eyes,' he instructed and, after a moment's hesitation, Emily did as she was bid. 'Why?' she croaked, aware she was starting to be stretched to capacity. 'Because I'll soon be buried completely inside you,' he whispered, dropping his spare hand to squeeze one of her superb nipples. Emily gasped in response to his touch. It sent an electric current directly to her very core, forcing her to clamp even more tightly around him. 'My cock is slightly thicker at the base,' he continued, groaning in response to her reactions. 'And I want to know if you can feel that, once I've bottomed out.' 'Fuck!' groaned Emily, her pussy contracting around him, partly from his words and partly because he had now moved to biting the soft skin of her exposed throat; a serious erogenous zone in her case. At last, fuller than she'd ever known, Emily felt the sensation of Sam's pubic bone pushing hard against her, and she knew she'd taken all of him. He moaned long and low as Emily's internal walls constricted, forcing his cock to respond with a quick swell. With a curl of his hips, he increased the pressure yet further, firmly trapping her swollen, wet clit between their gently rocking bodies. Struggling against his hold, Emily responded by hitching her legs up slightly higher around his hips, deepening the angle. With a long, pleasurable groan, Sam dropped his mouth to Emily's and sampled her, whilst simultaneously rocking his hips gently, allowing the sensation between them to build. Utterly in control, he gradually pulled out of her, his long shaft being tightly gripped as it slid within her pussy. Sam found her overwhelmingly arousing; impossibly soaked, as she was, and beginning to shake in advance of her building climax. Reversing the direction, he started to push his cock slowly back into her wanton form, whilst also offering up his tongue. Emily groaned at the sensation of the simultaneous dual entry. Releasing her hands, he gently cradled Emily's head as he sank into her sensuality, happy to drown in their deep kiss. As though by reflex, Emily's hands moved behind him, nails digging into his firm ass, pulling him deeper. However, instead of taking her action as an opportunity to ramp things up, he simply continued to rock gently within. 'Fuck me,' she demanded, gazing directly into his soft eyes. 'Oh, don't worry, I will,' he growled. 'Once I've finished making love to you.' Burying himself deep inside her once more, Sam held Emily close. Despite trying to break free and grind against him, she found her movements controlled by his strong, muscular body and was instead forced to simply lay there and allow him to govern the pace. Slowly, she became aware of a wave starting to build inside her. As her pussy tightened and repeatedly clenched, so Sam's cock began to swell and throb. Sensing an oncoming orgasm, he tried to distract himself by giving one, two, three sharp thrusts in a row. 'Oh God!' cried Emily, clamping down hard, her face contorted with pleasure. Taking a deep breath, Sam concentrated on composing himself. He wanted to watch Emily fall into the abyss and utterly lose control around him. He wanted to drive her through her pleasure. He wanted that so, so much. But to achieve any of that, he needed to hold it together. Rolling his hips forwards, he commenced a slow, relentless set of thrusts, guaranteed to help him achieve his goal. 'Oh! Yes!' groaned Emily, her hips starting to twist as her hands grabbed randomly at his arms and shoulders. At first she matched Sam, but quickly they lost rhythm as he began to pound her, one solid stroke at a time, building into a slow crescendo. Heaving a mouthful of oxygen deep into her lungs, Emily found herself bracing in preparation. And then the first wave hit, as her pussy repeatedly pulsed and spasmed around Sam's thick, insistent cock. 'Fuck,' groaned Sam, as the sensation of being gripping so tightly almost proved too much. Trying his best to maintain focus on Emily, Sam felt his heart soar at the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy, floating effortlessly from one orgasm to the next. But control wasn't something he could maintain forever. Throbbing so powerfully it was almost painful, he felt himself begin to lose timing as pure animal instinct took over. Subconsciously holding his breath, Sam began to twist and drive furiously into a spasming Emily with repeated sharp thrusts, giving her everything he had. Just before the inevitable, he purposefully pulled out of her open, willing body and submitted to the fury of his own climax. Groaning with relief, he sent streams of come exploding across her warm, soft skin before dropping his lips to kiss her gently on the forehead. 'Oh shit! Thank you! I forgot about that, ' gasped Emily, grateful that at least one of them had the foresight to consider their protection. 'No problem,' croaked Sam, breathing heavily as his shaky arms gave way and he collapsed onto the bed beside her. 'Sorry about the mess.' 'Um,' she groaned, stretching luxuriously as she rubbed his hot seed into her skin. 'I am certainly not complaining. You can literally do that any time.' By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

A sermon from series on the book of Romans. Date: 15 December 2024 Speaker: Ben Hotchkin Romans 8:18-27 www.stmatthews.com.au/unichurch

Exodus 15:22 - 16:36

Discussion Questions How does the truth of being able to call God "Abba, Father" impact the way you approach Him in prayer and daily life? What areas of your life might God be using as discipline to draw you closer to Him and make you more like Christ? In what ways can you point others to the hope found in Christ, even as the world groans under brokenness?

The Holy Spirit helps us in our human condition of weakness when we don't even know "the what" we need and should ask for in prayer.  When we face a circumstance, we cannot even find the words for, the Spirit understands our groanings.  He helps us lift the load and carry our prayer to the Father, who knows our hearts, and Christ, who advocates for us. VF-2114 Romans 8:26-27 Watch, Listen and Learn 24x7 at PastorMelissaScott.com Pastor Melissa Scott teaches from Faith Center in Glendale. Call 1-800-338-3030 24x7 to leave a message for Pastor Scott. You may make reservations to attend a live service, leave a prayer request or make a commitment. Pastor Scott appreciates messages and reads them often during live broadcasts. Follow @Pastor_Scott on Twitter and visit her official Facebook page @Pastor.M.Scott. Download Pastor Scott's "Understand the Bible" app for iPhone, iPad and iPod at the Apple App Store and for Android devices in the Google Store. Pastor Scott can also be seen 24x7 on Roku and Amazon Fire on the "Understand the Bible?" channel. ©2024 Pastor Melissa Scott, Ph.D., All Rights Reserved

Groaning with Gratitude Scripture: Romans 8:1, 8:18-39 Preacher: Rev. David Inks   Sermon Outline: Introduction Grateful Display of God’s Love in ________________ Grateful Display of God’s Love in ________________ Conclusion     Sermon Video: https://youtu.be/ooEPYhG5LWA   Scripture Reading: Romans 8:1 (King James Version) 8 There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in […] The post Groaning with Gratitude appeared first on Covenant United Reformed Church.

Skipping with Jesus

“It's sort of strange to think about beauty and horrible circumstances together. But I try, probably clumsily at times, to bring beauty to a thing that's really horrible. … But in terms of covering executions, there is just a void there. The main character always dies.” (Elizabeth Bruenig, from the episode) Despite sin, there remains an inherent beauty and goodness throughout creation… including humanity. And even in the most divisive circumstances, when we appeal to the beauty and horror in our shared human condition, we might be able to find common ground for mutual understanding and collaboration. And sometimes, in the best circumstances, we might even find a beautiful and life-giving encounter with the other. In this episode, celebrated journalist and self-described “avid partisan of humankind” Elizabeth Bruenig (Staff Writer for The Atlantic, and formerly The New York Times, Washington Post, and The New Republic) joins Mark Labberton to talk about journalism, her journey toward Catholicism, the complex moral and emotional lives of human beings, capital punishment and violence, and the prospects for introducing beauty into polarized politics and horrifying evil. About Elizabeth Bruenig Elizabeth Bruenig is a staff writer at The Atlantic. She was previously an opinion writer for The New York Times and The Washington Post, where she was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize for Feature Writing. She has also been a staff writer at The New Republic and a contributor to the Left, Right & Center radio show. She currently hosts a podcast, The Bruenigs, with her husband, Matt Bruenig. Elizabeth holds a master of philosophy in Christian theology from the University of Cambridge. At The Atlantic, she writes about theology and politics. Show Notes Elizabeth Bruenig shares about her religious and philosophical background Bruenig shares about her journey toward Roman Catholicism The Eucharist and embodied experience of God The real presence of Christ in the Eucharist “I don't need to be studying and getting degrees, I need to just be living my life radically as a Christian.” Journalism, paying attention, and compassionate “I'm very interested in people and people's moral lives. Things like honor and shame, guilt—you know, very complex emotions—interest me a lot, and I think everyone has them all the time. People have these spiritual, ethical, moral struggles going on inside them. And so everybody is a little universe unto themselves.” What it means to be a Staff Writer Journalism with narrative, story, opinions, and arguments “I have found that to be a very successful way of garnering stories. It's just to listen to people.” “The first execution I ever witnessed, I witnessed for the New York Times, it was during Trump's spree of federal executions. I think they executed something like 13 people in six months, really unprecedented. I wanted to report on that.” Media witnesses as The Executions of Alfred Bourgeois, David Neal Cox, James Barber, Kenny Smith, and Alan Miller “I have had the opportunity to speak with men who were about to die.” “The Man I Saw Them Kill” “The idea of execution promises catharsis. The reality of it delivers the opposite, a nauseating sense of shame and regret. Alfred Bourgeois was going to die behind bars one way or another, and the only meaning in hastening it, as far as I could tell, was inflicting the terror and the torment of knowing that the end was coming early. I felt defiled by witnessing that particular bit of pageantry, all of that brutality cloaked in sterile procedure. So much time and effort goes into making executions seem like exercises of justice, not just power. Extreme measures are taken at each juncture to convince the public, and perhaps the executioners themselves, that the process is a fair, dispassionate, rational one. It isn't. There was no sense in it, and I can't make any out of it. Nothing was restored, nothing was gained. There isn't any justice in it, nor satisfaction, nor reason. There was nothing, nothing there.” Faith, the void of execution “I find that reading great essays summons language in me.” On Beauty and Being Just by Elaine Scarry “Beauty inspires reproduction” “It's sort of strange to think about beauty and horrible circumstances together. But I try, probably clumsily at times, to bring beauty to a thing that's really horrible. … But in terms of covering executions, there is just a void there. The main character always dies.” “I had a religious conviction going into the first execution that I was at that executions were wrong and it wasn't really based on anything that I could point to. I just had the, you know, very simple notion that killing people is wrong and that it's wrong in, in all cases, even if the person is a very bad person.” Two executions in the New Testament: the one Jesus halts, and the one that kills Jesus Execution as a subhuman act The logic of criminal justice system and capital punishment The difficulty of introducing beauty into polarized politics “There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.” (Romans 8) Groaning beauty “All of creation groans under the weight of sin.” “The holiness of creation, the goodness of it, is so strong that it can't be, I don't think, entirely blotted out by sin. I just don't think that humans have the power to rob of beauty that which was made beautiful.” Finding beauty in visual culture, pop culture, museums, essay writing, and art On Beauty, Eula Biss— “… her prose, you know, glitters to me. I think it's fantastic. Not too melodramatic, restrained. And elegant.” Marilynne Robinson, imagination and beauty The political landscape Fears “I think when what's up for debate is like the rule of law, then I'm going to go with the candidate who whatever other faults is actually in favor of the rule of law. I think that's very important.” Assisted Suicide and Physician Assisted Suicide “I don't think I can write without bringing in theology, because it's so much a part of what I consider to be true. And so to give readers an honest view into what I'm thinking I have to provide the theological Issues that I'm thinking through.” Production Credits Conversing is produced and distributed in partnership with Comment Magazine and Fuller Seminary.

Groaning from Carmen and Dave is a matter of course when BIll decides it's time for a pop quiz.  When challenges to faith happen, questioning is a matter of course. Carmen found herself wondering just how does The JOY FM matter. We heard from many of you and we also shared a new JOY Story from Kamlyn that shares how The JOY FM was there for her and her son during their respective battles with cancer.  When a high school football player commits to playing for a particular college,...

Groaning from Carmen and Dave is a matter of course when BIll decides it's time for a pop quiz.  When challenges to faith happen, questioning is a matter of course. Carmen found herself wondering just how does The JOY FM matter. We heard from many of you and we also shared a new JOY Story from Kamlyn that shares how The JOY FM was there for her and her son during their respective battles with cancer.  When a high school football player commits to playing for a particular college,...