I have lived through the lies we tell non-believers. We say, “Come just as you are,” but the implied rest of that sentence is, “ …and you have about two weeks to get your act together before we’ll expect to know how much you’ll be tithing and what ministry you’ll serve.”
I am so honored to have my first article published today with Good Men Project. The story of why I stopped criticizing the church was a huge turning point in my life.
For several years, I looked back at certain times in my life, playing the blame game. But now, I am no longer living as a victim. I have parents I am extremely thankful for and a church I love. And I have learned a lot along the way.
Our first few days in Alaska didn’t go as planned.
Lindsey stood in the grocery store and cried on the very first day. A box of Lucky Charms for $6.79 was more than double the price back home. Not to worry, though. One of the locals we connected with before arriving was going to be out of town all winter and promised to fill our deep freeze with salmon, moose, halibut, bear, and caribou. It would be hundreds of dollars worth of food and would carry us through until spring at the very least. Only, when we arrived at our new house, she had already left town and had obviously forgotten. The freezer was empty.
Many of us were glued to the news last Friday, as the story of the shooting in Colorado Springs unfolded. A lone gunman, Robert Dear, killed three people and wounded nine others at a Planned Parenthood clinic.
This past Wednesday, I was intrigued by the actions of a dear friend and former classmate, Sarah. Her bold act really sparked my thinking on what I can personally do to show grace and love in tangible ways. I asked if I could ask her a few questions and share her responses here.
Marriage recovery after a spouse’s suicide attempt is not easy, but it is possible. Flashes of light, incoherent chatter. Nothing made sense. I had done everything I could to make sure I never woke up again. So why was I here? Yet, even in such a dark moment, I felt the force of shame in […]
I experienced my own personal Sodom and Gomorrah when I was three. I’ve learned a lot in the thirty years since then. One of the biggest lessons is that saving a life requires more than just tidying up. A friend of mine, another victim of abuse, said something to me recently that changed my life forever.
I believe in a Jesus who straightened out all the crooked paths we humans devised and made the complicated things simple. I believe in a Jesus who welcomed the little children who longed to be near him. I am one of those little children, who is content just to at His feet.