Jay Sawrie

We must be careful in how we are answering this question. So often we fall into the trap of basing on our assurance on what we are currently doing or not doing.

I don't remember a time not knowing I was a sinner. Seriously, I've always understood that Christ died for me.

As I sit here on Easter Sunday, the light is coming into my living room. My dog is sitting sweetly in my lap, enjoy the light scratches on her ear and getting in my face as to stop me from writing.

Growing up in the Bible Belt religiosity that I did, there was always an emphasis on fruit bearing. I can remember countless youth rallies where the evangelist would ask sugar high teenagers, "What are you doing for God?

It has been three years since Allyson and I honeymooned in New Orleans. We had a great time eating our way through the French Quarter, learning to drive in a city of only ways, and forgetting that real life existed for only a few days.

Growing up, I dreaded the first Sunday of each quarter. Every time during the evening service, we would have Lord’s Supper after the sermon.

My parents will be the first to tell you, I can really put my foot in my mouth. I often don’t say the right thing.