This is an excerpt from the introduction of Stretched: A Study for Lent and the Entire Christian Life by Christopher Richmann (1517 Publishing, 2026).
We can bring our troubles, griefs, sorrows, and sins to Jesus, who meets us smack dab in the middle of our messy mob.
Confession isn’t a detour in the liturgy. It’s the doorway.

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The question at hand was quite short, “Who is Jesus Christ?
When guilt becomes our totem, it dictates our idea of right and wrong and enslaves us to the fear of what happens when we open our eyes tomorrow morning.
Hus held that Christ alone grants salvation and that popes do not.
And your life, weary and broken as it is, is hidden by God in Christ—tucked away in God’s enduring and eternally given Word, in Jesus.
My Grandmother recently lost a long battle with cancer. Her name was Joy, and a name has never been more fitting.
Out of His mind indeed, as He took our place between murderers and received the insults and torture of humanity.
Nicodemus, like us, does not really have phantoms and dragons in his head. He has just one demon, one virus, one malady: he lives in fear.
This Jesus healed the blind and the lame and the mute and the barren and raised the dead.
When it comes to this world, our beds are most often a mess even when we do our best to make them in the morning.
There in that moment, the waters of baptism reached down deep into the forsaken path of the grave with a man whose body and mind could no longer hold onto any reality otherwise.
How should we read Paul, ya’ll? Why reading the Bible like a Southerner makes sense of confusing passages.
In Martin Luther's Small Catechism he borrows a line from St. Augustine about what defines a "god."