Perhaps we need exercise caution when crossing gender boundaries, but God’s call to love also means following his Spirit and serving people the way they need even if that risks misunderstanding and disapproval from others.
God wired us for sex, but our decision to remain celibate until marriage—and God’s apparent lack of movement in the spouse department—gets in the way.
It’s easier for me to give my own struggles to God than for me to trust him with the people I love.
Other mornings, I offer my quiet time to God as if I were bartering off a chicken in exchange for his blessing.
When I thought about the church’s fascination with tithing, it struck me that Jesus never taught about it.
There are questions worth asking in life. Did I put deodorant on? Did I forget to pay my credit card bill? Should I eat the re-fried beans considering I’m on a date? These are helpful questions.
Whether we pump gas in Toronto, teach at the University of Illinois, or run an orphanage in Sudan, our work can worship God. But, how?
The brokenness never ends. It can leave us asking whether God is worth following and why, for heaven’s sake, he isn’t fixing things.
The problem with confessing is that it requires us to face the decay inside. A pearly exterior doesn’t matter – how often we go to church or the amount of our charitable donations. Confession, like X-rays, looks for the evil rotting beneath the surface.
Sweet is the season of spring: the long and dreary winter helps us to appreciate its pleasant warmth, and its promise of summer enhances its present delights. After periods of depression of spirit, it is delightful to behold again the light of the Sun of Righteousness