Human Frailty & the Glory of the Incarnation
The alarm buzzed somewhere beyond my comprehension and wrestled me from my sleep. Weary, groggy, and just…
The alarm buzzed somewhere beyond my comprehension and wrestled me from my sleep. Weary, groggy, and just…
I sat in stubborn silence in the early hours of the morning. In the time set aside…
She looked me in the eyes, square in the eyes. Each shaking hand trying to stabilize the…
Mornings do not come naturally to me. Personally, I don’t think that mornings come naturally to anyone….
Evangelical Christianity in the West is highly praised (and rightly so) for the high view of grace…
Grace is a wonton commodity in our economy of checks and balances. It is a strange…