Words matter. We can all remember the things that have been said to us, both kind and unkind: the encouragement from a loved one in the darkest of valleys, the mean phrases yelled at us on the playground, and the penetrating advice that called into sharp relief the flaws we thought were secret. The people …
What do you think about when you think about God? Does he seem real or more like a character out of a book? Do you grasp his majesty or is he more of an afterthought in your faith? When you start to look at the original Hebrew in the Old Testament, you realize the ways …
I think Satan has a way of using repetition to limit faith. He takes the cyclical parts of existence and conditions us to expect that the trajectory of life follows patterns that we are subject to, whether we like it or not. And in our natural desire to be “realistic,” the imaginations of our hearts stay boxed in by what we think is likely. Perhaps, in the process, God gets boxed in as well.
The leaves are changing. Another fall is sprinting by, trees turning shade by shade from vernal green to autumnal gold. For months now, I have spent Sunday mornings driving down winding northern Virginia roads to church at my friends’ apartment, watching the sun dawn over those trees as they change from green to yellow to …
