When life is quiet, the streets are safe, and we can freely go to church (or not), death is a little more removed. And so is heaven and our need for it. What, then, is our prize? What is our reward for faithful living?
Let us focus on letting go of hatred and finding a way for love to increase.
When will our places become safe again?
Even when we get more than what we want (and maybe more than we can handle), God is there with us.
Inner transformation calls for outward transformation – and action.
Unlike Sammy Hagar, I can drive 55.
just one more
I suppose we always show up in the middle. I can’t ever know the whole story of someone’s life. At best, I get invited into a season.
Ironically, it seems that the areas of my life where I am most confident are often the areas that I also seek praise or positive feedback.
What do you do, then, when you live in a culture that is yours, yet foreign?