Christ as me doesn’t allow me to bypass me in an avoidance of responsibility. Christ’s Life is the Light of exposure that beams upon all that is not Christ in me.
He’s everything, and He’s worth the long way around.
If unforgiveness of others keeps me tethered to them, then unforgiveness of myself ensnares just as completely. There must be forgiveness for me, BY me.
“Do not rely on your own insight or understanding.” How much of my unbelief in Jesus Christ stems from an idolatrous belief born of my own understanding?
I choose what to believe and WHOM to believe. Every day. That’s what makes it my work to believe, to hold fast to God’s promises when they seem impossible.
By accompanying my friend in their difficult walk, I learned lots and lots about Who God is and what all of that could mean to us in our own suffering.
In The Drop Box, God’s love changes diapers and cleans out tracheal tubes and bathes a 26-year-old son who has never walked or even waved his arms.
When the Lord brings a word of correction, a negative response is only truly dangerous if you don’t know that you’re wrong in having that very response.
A number of times I have weighed certain puzzling relationships on this ground: if we were in a battle, would this person die or flee to save their life?
To ‘see’ Jesus with a focus of the heart and the eyes of the spirit—that is the hope of being changed and the way of radical connection to His very essence.
Every word of correction and every place that the Cross comes to kill something out of me is an example of where I’ve been pouring life into death.
An excruciating spiritual separation. Every step of Christ's crucifixion was physically excruciating, but was His physical pain the true pain He suffered?