The Hidden King
As I sat yesterday in the pew of a big city church, distant echoes played in my mind, echoes of that Sunday a couple of years ago when I'd sat…
When you feel hemmed in
“Then the Spirit came into me and raised me to my feet. He spoke to me and said: ‘Go, shut yourself inside your house. And you, son of man, they…
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…