On Father’s Day 2017, I had the incredible honor of speaking at Unity of Birmingham on the truth about parenting, recovery, and messy grace. The title of my talk is, “Eat Your Heart Out, James Dobson,” and I got really honest for a few minutes as we discussed the messiness of life, faith, parenting, and more. I […]
I’ve been married 10 years today. But like I said to my wife, 10 years just means we are 5th graders – we still have a lot to learn. You laugh, but honestly, don’t get too stuck on the advice in this article. I’m just a fifth grader. Ask the folks who have been married […]
Parenting is exhausting, especially in the early years. I don’t care how many books you’ve read by James Dobson and Focus on the Family, even the most dedicated parents sometimes face burnout. Here’s the good news: you are not alone. Just last night, Ben woke up twice with a bad dream, and Caroline ended […]
I spent the first twenty-eight years of my life in church. Sunday and Wednesday service, youth group leadership, conferences and plays and musicals and choir concerts, mission trips and car washes and bake sales, oh my! These days my relationship with the institution is…strained. I’m there when I want the fellowship, or have a friend […]
Last week, I had the distinct honor of speaking to two groups of high school students in New York. My friend and colleague, Sarah Fader, and I talked about mental health, stress, self-care, bullying, and panic disorder. At the end of each session, we answered questions from the class (always my favorite part of any […]
In Episode 010 of the #AskSteveAustin Podcast, I tackle the idea that our humanity matters more than our religious labels. More than any other episode, this one is all about messy grace. In conversation, people tend to struggle with the idea that I’m a former pastor. For them, the concept of former means I must […]
I’m left in awe that God, in all of His splendor and majesty and beauty and purity somehow finds grace for the father who rapes his daughter. The mother who breaks her child’s arm in a drug-induced rage. The teenager who has a stupid one-night stand and lets that boy talk her into killing her innocent baby. For the grandfather who never has time for his family.
The insanity of GOD is that grace is available, equally for them. And for me. Not subpar grace. Not heavenly leftovers. Full, unending, marvelous, matchless, messy grace.