Dark seasons come in all different shapes and sizes. As unique people we tend to cope in different ways, both good and bad. We tend to struggle at different times of the day or week. If you’re like me, I’ve long expected dark seasons to pass quicker than they actually do. I want to learn the lesson, grow in whatever it is, get over whatever the ailment and move on, and quickly. But God doesn’t work my way.
Jesus is better than his church and he always will be. He is the head of the church, the lover of the church, and so we can trust him with each other as we fail. We can trust that he knows the ins and the outs of his people. Because Jesus is faithful, the church can be faithful to know him better and therefore shout about him from the rooftops, not about each other.
Friendships can be like those leaves. Sometimes they end just when we begin to believe they might really last forever. An ended friendship can be a deeply painful loss causing real grief.
Selfish ambition is demonic. Let that sink in. Eventually we all find places where self-promotion has seeped into our hearts and minds and perverted the things we are doing—even things we’re doing “for the glory of God.” From parenting to working to driving down the road to the friendships in our neighborhoods, bitter jealousy and selfish ambition are rampant.
Is it true? Can I expect God to heal me? Should we expect him to solve our dilemmas? To fix broken circumstances? To mend fractured relationships? And what does it mean for us when our hurts persist?
Dying to self is painful, but dying in miserable sin is way worse.
Singleness is often written with a slant that assumes a single person’s life must be hard, but the Bible teaches that singleness can actually be a good thing.
How many children in middle school and high school do you know that can speak confidently to adults while looking them in the eye? How many children do you know who are assertive and initiate contact with others, seeking others out in meaningful conversations? If you live in the same world that I do, the answer is probably not many. That is because conversation is a learned skill.
Girls can be placed in an awkward position when they are asked out. How should a girl turn down a guy? Can a woman serve her brother in Christ who goes out on a limb to ask her out on a date? The apostle Paul tells us that whether we eat or drink, we should do everything to the glory of God. This does not exclude the moment when a girl is faced with the decision to say no to a pursuer
We are talkers. Our talking isn’t just a way we pass the time. There is much more going on with our desire to speak. Part of the reason we speak compulsively is an attempt to rule and subdue the earth, because we image a God of spoken power.
A very common piece of advice, or warning, I have received is that my closest friends should not be in our church. I have been told it’s impossible to have close friendships with church members, warned I will get burned, and told to find another outlet for community in order to protect myself and my family from negative experiences.
Untold numbers of potential, missional-city-dwellers are internalizing Amanda's murder as yet another sign that “the city” is not for them.
Yes, Amanda Blackburn’s death should move us; but it should move us toward action, not fear.
The first few months in my new home with our new calling were not shining moments. Things hit rock bottom when, in the course of one of our more spirited discussions, I laid the blame for my personal struggles squarely at the feet of our church plant.
For years my family and I have been preparing to head overseas. We have a church-based team heading to France early 2016. Our first team retreat was scheduled for Saturday, November 14, 2015. And then on November 13, all hell broke loose in Paris
As a disciple-maker I am pointing women to something and someone greater than myself. In return, I get the distinct privilege of watching people become greater than me. Not only that, I get to become greater than me. As I experience God's redemption in beautiful and shocking ways, I become more like Christ as I strive with my disciples towards holiness. This is Christian discipleship.
. . . while God is a brilliant strategist, incredibly faithful, always surprising us and an ever-present help, He never promised that it would be easy. He never promised that it wouldn’t be exhausting, that our kids would always feel safe on the subway or that our savings accounts wouldn’t suffer. But He did promise that with Him we could have deep satisfaction and joy that only comes from having an eternal hope and eternal purpose.