Mind the Gap
Somewhere amidst the clamor of a Sunday morning, a girl walked into our dining room.
Somewhere amidst the clamor of a Sunday morning, a girl walked into our dining room.
Fear acts like a friend, making promises, but taking prisoners.
I hadn’t meant to say this. The words just came out.
Conversation can be like tennis. But sometimes we need it to be more like digging a well.
Leaving your unwanted sexual behaviors behind is going to mean suffering of one kind or another. Otherwise, you’re using the “F” word. Not that “F” word. I’m talking about a cursing of . . .
How often do you see men depicted in contemporary media who successfully resist when tempted sexually? Examples are rare, but I’ll bet most of us can think of at least . . .
God put freedom in our DNA. We feel it when we look out over the ocean. Or when we can’t see over the prison wall. But if I’m honest with . . .
One of our greatest and deepest human needs is to be naked. We were not created to hide ourselves, whether behind clothes, possessions, achievements, or titles. Nor were we made . . .
Before I came to Regeneration, my accountability partners and I regularly talked about pursuing purity. Interestingly, though, none of us ever asked what exactly we meant. What I was after . . .
They seemed to sense insecurity like wolves drawn to blood.