Worthy caused me to be thankful for pastors, brothers, bosses, coworkers, friends, mentors, family members, and those who champion me on social media who I barely know! God is at work within His church. 

I could never ask my African American brothers and sisters to trust that I will fight against systemic racism if I don’t first confess that I have sinned against them, and ultimately against the Lord.

It is not “virtue” for the children of God to speak only of their past failures. 

This is the path that looks like insanity to the world. Bearing the sins of one another in daily life, and even if we cannot maintain a relationship any longer, still loving and forgiving those who hurt us. 

 Do we only recognize that this virus has taken comfort from us? Or do we also look to Jesus and see that He has given us a great gift? 

I deceived myself and thought I had the right to question God, to turn my back and scoff at Him, the Creator of everything.

If we can reframe how we think about touch and avoid fear of man, we can love our brothers and sisters by touching them in a holy, loving way. 

A poem in honor of Martin Luther King Jr. Day

These were not token women. They were essential participants in the fulfillment of God’s promises to Abraham and David.

Hurtful words are only good if they are selfless words, driven by love.