We are truly, as Mat Kearney sings, one phone call, one text, one new devastating piece of information away from our knees.
Olympic story after story after story tells us the importance of each practice, each race, each match, each sacrifice to get each Olympian to their competition! And the same is true of our spiritual life.
What if we're not doing anything wrong? What if precisely where we are, who we are, what we're doing, and how were struggling is where God wants us to be? And what if, quickly and easily, God will lift our burden when He decides it's time?
It takes the tragic death of a good person to make us stop rationalizing and start sitting in the brokenness and pain of our human condition.
If hypothetically Rock City came to up to Christ, after committing whatever hypothetical deal-breaking atrocities they could imagine, singing, "would you still love me the same?" what would His answer be?
Ok, Stingl, Johnson, Pabst, and people who think making a condom portrait out of someone many people deeply respect is a great way to spark a civil conversation about AIDS, let's talk.
Here's a cold, hard truth about the Christian life that most Christians avoid talking about: Sometimes God has us weather storms seemingly alone.