Jesus wasn't excepting nor wanting me to be perfect in the way I thought of perfect. My version of perfection is a pedestal, a level that no one can reach where their body is impeccable, their academic record is flawless, and their personal life is unblemished. But Jesus Himself was battered and bruised, considered stupid by the religious leaders of the day, and had drama in His personal life.
Recently, I was at a young adult Christian conference. With a large number of young men and women, a fair majority un-married and seeking a spouse, the speakers mentioned from time to time taking a leap and talking to someone you’re interested in. Fine, that’s all good. Talking to people is a good thing. When… Continue reading Prospects