Jesus is not a god that we can manipulate and mold. Christ is the true God, the one who is.
The most sober lesson we can learn from life’s caves is that all we have is a Person, one who never withers or distances himself from us, even though we are weak and languishing.
Your freedom does not depend on how well you live it. It rests entirely in him.

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The story of Christ crucified has a happy ending. Jesus has conquered the grave. He beat the death rap.
The God who's lifted up above Calvary, abandoned and forsaken, should draw a more discerning crowd of followers.
One of the common things I see my congregants struggle with is the concept of forgiveness. Contrary to what I had assumed would be the case, I find congregants don’t struggle so much with giving forgiveness as they do living with forgiveness.
She wasn’t so much giving up on her husband as giving up on herself. She was giving up trying to be the person who changes another person. It was going to take more than her to reform the man she loved.
Whatever level of sin you're rummaging around in, forgiveness and grace is yours.
Today, people often bemoan the loss of children in the church.
Their love story was a long time in coming. He was 82 and she 74. And this was the first, and the last, marriage for both.
We have now reached a point where many believe so strongly in individualism that nothing else matters.
The story did not end with Jesus' death and resurrection, or even with the Acts of the Apostles.
It is the strangest of morgues—people arrive dead as doornails and leave alive.
I take out the broom, spray bottle, and trash can. For the hundredth time this week, I find myself sweeping up the mess of a Christmas to come.
So it is with my little garden as well; dead, so it would seem. Nothing. Barren.