In this week that bookends Christmas and the new year, I hope you remember that Christ was not only the baby born for you and the man who died for you, but a boy who lived for you.
My tendency is to reoil from a world that takes things away from me. I would hide for days with my face in my lap if I could. Anna didn’t—she looked up. And one day, she saw Christ.
O Lord, as light dawns on the first few days of the school year for seminary and bible college students, light our path as we journey through theological education.
Feeling alone is an occupational hazard that comes with being human, but being alone is something the Christian can never be.
As long as we are in our twenties (or teens, or thirties, or more, for that matter), we will not be where we belong, but we belong somewhere—not where we used to, but supposed to be: in God’s loving care.
Whoever you are, wherever you are, faithfulness is right in front of you. It’s whatever’s next—no matter how hard or trivial or crucial it might be.
Human beings weren’t made to expect disappointment, but rather perfection, beauty, truth, and satisfaction in God. We were not made to be banished from his presence in Eden, and yet this is where we find ourselves.
Will everything ever be as it should be, when all we know is what shouldn’t be? This is a question for Christmas, when God became man to crack the curse.
Let the unmarried be single if they want, and the married glorify God in their marriage. God has ordained it, and his Word allows it. At the end of the day, God is calling all of us to follow him more than he is asking us to check a certain box about our marital status.