Sometimes trusting God isn’t triumphant or glorious. Sometimes trusting God isn’t even a desire. It’s a stubbornness that cries in the middle of the night, but attaches firmly to my faith. Sometimes trusting God isn’t a praise song with the full band on a Sunday morning, but rather it’s a stick-to-it-ness that says I know there is something deeper than my pain and a Power higher than anything I can rationalize, so I’ll give this another shot tomorrow.
As most of you know, Robert Vore and I launched the CXMH Podcast: A Podcast at the Intersection of Christianity and Mental Health a few months ago. We are so excited to announce what we hope will become an amazing annual event, “Liturgy of the Forsaken: A Night of Stories and Struggle,” which will take place […]
I don’t know where Joseph was, but where do I find myself?
Hiding outside the walls?
Weeping at the Cross?
Running away from Golgotha?
Running towards Jesus?
It’s Good Friday. The day the world stopped turning.