Treasures in His Bottle

Sitting in Nashville International Airport, the strains of an acoustic guitarist crooning the sweet melodies of my college days mix with the urgent advice of diligent gate agents and the innumerable half-conversations around me, I am overwhelmed by the abundance of God’s mercy toward me. The last few days have Read more…

Where are my eyes?

So…what if the way I have approached repentance is upside down? What if being transformed into the likeness of Jesus is not about me listing all my sins, grieving deeply enough over them, coming up with a strategy to distance myself from them and all the situations that provide temptation? Read more…