Pride is a funny thing. We’re allowed to be proud of our accomplishments, but usually only to a certain point. We’ve all met the person who spends too much time talking about his accomplishments, and we usually try to avoid long conversations with them. But when you’re proud of your kids for something they’ve done, … Continue reading Pride
Around the office, we have a little joke that once we finish Christmas Eve services we start planning the Block Party, and then once we finish the Block Party we start planning for Christmas Eve services. All that means is that as we approach our big event this Saturday we also recognize we are marking … Continue reading Re:New Life: Mid-Year Update!
A few weeks ago, I traveled down to Washington D.C. to attend a Christian women’s conference hosted at a large church just outside the city. Having never been to this particular conference before, I had very little idea of what to expect going into the event. When I heard it would take place at a … Continue reading Tapestry
To be honest, the term made me inwardly cringe every time I heard someone say it; it seemed embarrassingly churchy. Back then, I thought faith was something decent people stayed quiet about and that born-again Christians with all their talk of salvation were certifiable nut-jobs who should be given a wide berth in case their weirdness was contagious. To say I didn’t get it would be an understatement.
The tricky part for me though is that pain still hurts. Suffering doesn’t just automatically get easier to handle when we trust that God has a reason for it. I still need consolation when life is hard and I have to admit that I’m not at the point yet where faith alone provides that for me. So, where else do we turn when we need comfort during trying times?
Unfortunately, I was convinced that if I couldn’t even forgive myself for what I’d done, there was no way God would either. It was easier to pretend that He had washed His hands of me, instead of the other way around.
Several years ago, I read a memoir called A Million Little Pieces that positively destroyed me. At the time, I was in my mid 20s and grappling with the destructive consequences of my drinking habits. This raw account of a 23-year-old drug addict’s exploits in rehab echoed some frightening truths about addiction that I’d have … Continue reading Fact or Fiction?