Wandering Home
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.
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.
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 . . .
I was recently given the daunting task to give a comprehensive lecture on the topic of sex within one hour. How could I possibly do justice to this topic in . . .
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 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 . . .
Conversation can be like tennis. But sometimes we need it to be more like digging a well.
Confession can be risky. But God doesn’t want to shame us. He wants restored relationship with us and between us.