Christ does not hide his wounds. He offers them.
The church does not await a verdict; she proclaims one.
This is an excerpt from Chapter 1 on Sinner Saint: A Suprising Primer to the Christian Life

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I’m a drug addict. Specifically, a recovering drug addict. More specific, a grateful recovering drug addict.
When we talk about love then, let us not talk about ourselves.
God goes to work on us through His Word like a woodcarver chisels a block of wood.
The pastor declares it. We receive it. The forgiveness of sins. It’s a simple thing.
A heart that wants nothing that is not from God can only occur by the Holy Spirit speaking the Gospel into our hearts.
Only the poor are in need of a Savior, and only the dead need faith, hope, and love delivered to them by the hand of the Almighty.
While I was still an over-eager seminarian the professor warned me, “Mr. Riley, this is exciting stuff.
And so we determine that God is a stern, short-tempered Lord and a gracious, long-suffering Father. And the fact is, He is both.
The text says there was no room for them. And this should give us cause for a little head-scratching.
Faith does not distinguish between worthy and unworthy, saint and sinner, great faith and anemic faith, it only focuses on Christ Jesus.
Blessedness comes to us camouflaged as simple earthly words, water, bread and wine.
I’m going to begin at the beginning. But which one? Birth? Kindergarten? My first drink? The first time I had sex?