I prefer to say I’m “on a journey.” But sometimes, that sounds a bit too certain, like I know where I started, where I am, and where and when I’ll . . .
We long for one who sees, one for whom our condition matters not because it defines us, but because it distorts who He knows us to be. And One who can make what He sees true in our lives.
You would think me bitter if I told you I would gladly trade places with him, the man. Although they’d stormed in on both of us, it was me they . . .
Into this, our story, steps Jesus. He is the author. And He is the plot twist.
Sin doesn’t grant you permission to do what you want. It gives you no option but to do what it wants. And worse yet, to believe the want has come from you.
Have you ever watched a film where, right near the end, you find out a new piece of information that turns all you thought you knew about the plot and . . .
Too many people have the unfortunate problem of managing quite nicely. Quite nicely is nice when all things are well, but when there’s a secret moral failure, a destructive pattern, . . .
Like a cat with its tail on fire, we run thinking it’s a matter of self-preservation. But nothing could be further from the truth.
We’re creatures of habit. We conform to what’s normal around us. God made us that way, and it’s a good thing. It’s why you can turn on a light switch, . . .
I hadn’t meant to say this. The words just came out.