Once there was a selfish man who died and went to heaven. When he arrived he was greeted at the front door by Jesus.
All in Discipleship
Once there was a selfish man who died and went to heaven. When he arrived he was greeted at the front door by Jesus.
I was given the opportunity to try a new spiritual exercise but after a few days passed, I found myself resisting the experience.
Preachers and other proclaimers of the gospel should pay attention to how this podcast creates an audience for people who have a testimony.
Is it possible to find beauty in the face of death? Can your heart be full of peace even when you know death is knocking on the door?
Imagine with me for a moment that you walk into a gathering of people you don’t yet know.
Being trauma informed doesn’t excuse someone else’s bad behavior; it invites you to offer a healing presence in order to establish deeper relationship.
Can there be love without suffering? Doesn’t love inevitably and always lead us to suffering?
Even in the lives of the redeemed, one does not have to look far to find struggle and pain.
Jesus emptied his entitlement so that he could serve others. I don’t believe that in a million years he ever would expect someone else to iron his clothes.
As pastors and preachers, are we regularly reminding our communities what winning looks like?
Beginning with Eve, you began a tradition of passing down motherhood for generations to come.
It sounds good on the surface, but it's actually difficult to explain how it works in real life.
Lord, God of Sara, Rebekah, and Rachel;
and God of Hagar, Bilhah, and Zilpah.
When Mother’s Day comes along, I start squirming, and I really just want to move on to Monday when no one is launching Proverbs 31 grenades at me.
Long before the "Keep Calm and Carry On" posters were so popular and parodied, Charlie Siburt was teaching us the importance of the non-anxious presence.
My love for you is inexpressible, incomprehensible, and profoundly exhaustive.
This is healing at its deepest place in the human soul. We are powerless to create it, control it, cause it, or even manage it.
I fight solitude with all my being; I resist purposefully stopping to rest with God. Sometimes, I use excuses of all that depends on me to get done.
The question hangs in the air because the answer will come not through the words of Jesus, but through the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus.
Here is what I learned that day about living forgiven, and what I am still trying to live out in my life.