self-giving

Fear acts like a friend, making promises, but taking prisoners.

I hadn’t meant to say this. The words just came out.

This time of year can have an inebriating effect on me. I don’t at all mean inebriating in the good sense of the word. Not the exhilarating, coming back alive . . .

I eat too fast. Drive too fast. Work too much. And expect too much of movies. I partly think it’s because deep inside I struggle to trust there will be . . .

Loneliness is rampant. And people everywhere point to this loneliness as reason to reject or rewrite Christianity’s teachings on marriage, sex, and gender.

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.

How do you handle stress? I usually have one of two reactions. The first is to try to work harder and go faster. Forget asking for help, forget prayer, just . . .

I’ve got a place I want to spend more time in 2014. And I want to invite you to join me. The place is right here, right now. Wherever that . . .

Wait? Jesus wants me to learn from my kids about receiving?