Hate is a horribly powerful thing. It has a way of infiltrating the heart like a Cancer; hardening it, darkening it, destroying it. When someone submits to rage, when they are
Jesus didn’t have a theology. That is to say, he didn’t come with a nice, tidy, little systemized set of creeds and beliefs and parameters and rules; the way we
I have a confession: Sometimes I don’t know why I pray. That is, I know what I want to accomplish when I pray. I understand the desired outcome of my prayers, but
Three years ago everything hit the fan. My father passed away suddenly on his 70th birthday. It was an indescribable seismic shift in the bedrock of my life, one that
Hate is a horribly powerful thing. It has a way of infiltrating the heart like a Cancer; hardening it, darkening it, destroying it. When someone submits to rage, when they are
Jesus didn’t have a theology. That is to say, he didn’t come with a nice, tidy, little systemized set of creeds and beliefs and parameters and rules; the way we
I have a confession: Sometimes I don’t know why I pray. That is, I know what I want to accomplish when I pray. I understand the desired outcome of my prayers, but
Three years ago everything hit the fan. My father passed away suddenly on his 70th birthday. It was an indescribable seismic shift in the bedrock of my life, one that