Hope when sin hurts
“Jesus’ table is not a potluck.” Andrea’s words continue to echo in my head, settling me deeper into grace. It has been a month of staring sin in the face…
“Jesus’ table is not a potluck.” Andrea’s words continue to echo in my head, settling me deeper into grace. It has been a month of staring sin in the face…
There’s one line that won’t let me go these days, one line written several years ago by a young woman with a young husband and baby. A young woman in…
My Easter weekend was messy. I wanted to stay and comfort Jesus in the garden; I soon asked him to comfort me instead. I wanted to love Jesus in his…