Some sins are easy to identify. When I hit the snooze button for the twelfth time, it’s pretty clear I’m struggling with sloth.
If I took a picture of your life today, what would it look like?
On occasion—usually when it’s bright and sunny out and I’m not doing much of anything—I’ll look up and notice that the hounds of my worst mental habits have gotten loose.
Several years ago, I didn’t want to go to church ever again.
I have four simple words of advice for you if you’re looking for a church: it’s not about you.
Why am I writing about lust?
In the past year, I have found myself in more conversations about Jesus with people outside the Christian faith than in any other year since college.
You know what it means to become an adult, right?
Suddenly, in my mind, I’m tearing my coworker apart limb from limb.
Old friends. Mom’s home cooking. Your favorite pair of jeans. There’s something undeniably comforting about the familiar.
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