Because the world is quiet in the middle of the night without the usual distractions of checklists, schedules, deadlines, meetings, interruptions, screens, and iThings, I also find myself wrestling with an inner dis-equilibrium in relation to God.
Words transform. They heal. And they can…and sometimes do…“hurt me.”
Considering the collapse of my seven, famously isolated friends, I would rather risk transparency than risk the alternative. For the alternative, at least to me, seems like a much greater burden to bear.
C.S. Lewis famously said that when we read history, we find that those who did the most for the present world are also the ones who thought the most of the next. In other words, the more heavenly minded we are—the more our heads and hearts are fixed on Jesus, his kingdom, and his purposes—the […]
Being in covenant with God means that once we become his children, we cannot un-become his children.
It’s not that we love the thing (whatever it is) too much. Rather, it’s that we love God too little in comparison to it.
If most of us spend forty or more waking hours each week devoted to work of some kind, how could we not consider how those hours are impacted by our identity as followers of Christ?
Grace is indeed amazing. But it is the furthest thing from comfortable.
He, the Creator of everything that is, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, the Alpha and the Omega, the Seed who crushed the serpent’s head, the Beginning and the End, became weak, disabled, and disposed of.
Whether we are aware of it or not, each of us lives with a deep craving for positive, life-giving verdicts to overrule the negative verdicts pronounced over us from the outside and from within.