Unashamed

“Shame is a prison as cruel as the grave/shame is a robber, and he’s come to take my name.” -“Ain’t No Grave,” Bethel Music I recently had a conversation with a woman who was filled with so much shame that all she could imagine God saying was “I don’t want you here.” Anger at theContinue reading “Unashamed”

Hope in the Past Tense: A Good Friday Reflection

Jesus was dead. Jesus was dead, and there was no going back. It had been three days already, and three days marked the expiration date of any lingering hope of resurrection. They had opened themselves up so vulnerably to a hope that seemed too good to be true. And it had been too good toContinue reading “Hope in the Past Tense: A Good Friday Reflection”

Our Beautiful, Ugly Idols (Part 2)

In my last post, I talked about how the Lord has convicted me of romanticizing my sin.  In the same way that the Israelites decorated their idols with gold and silver (Isaiah 40:18-19), I’ve painted sinful thought patterns in so many layers of lies that I’ve actually believed they were beautiful. Odysseus’ approach to theContinue reading “Our Beautiful, Ugly Idols (Part 2)”