THE MATT MAHER STORY
iCONVICTION
    iBlog         Volume Up!         Daily Dose         55:11 Feature         Matt & Mom Live!    
iBlog
the UPSIDE DOWN KINGDOM
[Written from prison in 2012, but recently speaking about the upside-down-ness of the world got me thinking about this past blog and how it is only the love of God that can turn an upside down world right-side-up.]

The Upside Down Kingdom of prison--where the hierarchy is an anarchy. It’s supposed to be under the law, but its decree is outlaw. Without law. The violent don’t even have to take it by force, it’s given by course. What was done outside the gates is what grants you access to the throne. Preceding acts of murder make one royalty and the lives taken are referred to as bodies. Crowns. The most ruthless citizens come into this Upside Down Kingdom by way of carnage and destruction; and by their...
FREEDOM from DOING
I was a prisoner most of my young life. Confined to other's approval. In bondage to performance and accomplishment. And when I did not get the approval or perform according to accomplishment, the chains of 'doing' squeezed out the liberty of 'being.' And whether you do or don't, you're imprisoned by the....
UNBORN and UNDER ATTACK
I guess you can call me a mistake, or an accident, or at best a giant surprise-- because my parents didn’t plan on having me. And you might even call me slow or challenged because that’s what the doctor predicted I would probably be. Whatever you call it— I’m here! So herein lies the story: One hot summer day
WHEN GOD HAD MY BACK
[Sneak Peek of "When God Had My Back" (Coming Soon)] I was new to the prison yard, being in the building for only few months at this point, but I was no stranger to playing basketball with the brothers. I’m an athlete by nature and though it had been several years since I last won a high school basketball State Championship, I jumped right back into the...
TAKEN by the DEPTH of DEATH
Saturday's blog, (1/21/17), concluded: “Here I sit. Visualizing where my treasure needs to be and if my heart had feet, it would certainly follow. But my heart is chained to regret. Regretting is regressing. Backwards you think, backwards you go. Buried. Solid ground is right above you. If you can only push through the loose sand that holds you. Quickly, if you can. But panicking turns it...
<< prev - page 1 of 40 - next >>