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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Old Adam's works are good because he says they're good. End of conversation.
I don’t know much about golf, but I do know that The Masters is like the Super Bowl for golfers.
In those waters we are nailed to his cross and washed out the door of his tomb. Within his wounds we safely hide.
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I don’t care why you left the ministry—moral failure, congregational politics, burnout, whatever—the Christ whom you proclaimed has not left you.
The redeemed are dressed in white robes.
Hear that confession of saving faith? Rahab may have been a prostitute in Jericho, but she was secretly a virgin daughter of Yahweh.
As an avid movie-goer, one of the ways Scripture comes alive for me is to picture the stories as if they were scenes and beats from a live-action movie.
The Garden of Eden proved to be the first battlefield between God and his submissive people.
Lose trust in the free grace of the righteousness of Christ alone, and the holiness of the Church and all in her is lost.