How He comes {OR When grace doesn’t feel like grace}
I hadn’t been out of bed fifteen minutes this morning before I fell into it again. The grabbing for control. The ungentle pushing of someone else rising from…
When you fear the call
Have you ever wondered why there had to be ten plagues? Why not just one or two and then finish off the Egyptians and get on with setting the Israelites…
Why God always has the last word
The evening was special, but not in the way I expected. We dressed up all fancy for the $100/plate banquet to which we had complimentary tickets (I taking a slightly…