shame

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 . . .

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.

Conversation can be like tennis. But sometimes we need it to be more like digging a well.

If you’re stuck in some area of your life (sexual or otherwise), it might be because of shame. Shame has an unrivalled ability to derail progress and hinder growth, and . . .

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 . . .

What keeps us from living life as though God is really with us? More importantly, do we really want to?

If you’ve seen an alleyway lined with blankets and cardboard boxes or an underpass flickering with the light of empty oil drum fires, you’ve had a glimpse of a vagabond fellowship. It’s a place where the beat down and broken find an accepting community, but one where they remain broken.

Do you ever feel uncomfortable being a Christian where you live, work, or play? I’ve just finished Ian Morgan Cron’s book, Chasing Francis.*  In it, the main character observes: “Once . . .

Without a sense of how to become free from shame, we’re living in a culture settling for shamelessness instead. It’s a poor substitute. To be shame-free means shame no longer . . .