I learned a great lesson about messy grace in a high school classroom. I’m eavesdropping on a high school conversation. An openly gay boy, talking to a girl who is eleven weeks pregnant. The boy asked, “How awkward was it [telling your parents]?” And she responded, “Daddy threw a couple of things and cussed me […]
By the age of twenty, my feet had touched the soil of three foreign countries to share the Gospel with lost souls, not even realizing that I was just as lost as every barefoot foreigner I had witnessed to.