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Faith, Depression, & Clinging to the Rumor of Grace

Faith, Depression, & Clinging to the Rumor of Grace

For the past several weeks, I have been unable to escape the incredible sermon that was delivered by Washington Post columnist Michael Gerson at the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C. What caught my attention, though, was learning that Mr. Gerson delivered this sermon only a few short days after being discharged from the hospital for depression.

Obedience That’s Already Finished

Obedience That’s Already Finished

The rich young ruler’s inquiry to the Lord Jesus in Mark 10:17–22 (along with Matt. 19:16–22; Luke 10:25–28) remains increasingly prescient for us today. I would say that it’s most likely the hottest burning question on everyone’s tongue, even if it’s not explicitly admitted; that question being, “How do I secure a spot in heaven?”

The Economics of the Incarnation

The Economics of the Incarnation

I don’t like the axiom, “Remember the reason for season.” Christians like to brandish this phrase on all manner of social media posts as they opine a society that has seemingly forgotten what Christmas is all about. The commercialization of Christmas has superseded the meaning of the season.

Everything for Nothing: The Berenstain Bears & the Black Hole of Pressure

Everything for Nothing: The Berenstain Bears & the Black Hole of Pressure

Fatherhood has become my most cherished title. I love being a dad and watching my daughter grow and learn and play and become who she is. Fatherhood has also, though, baptized me in the waters of children’s television, which, if you’re unfamiliar, is a genre of entertainment rife with princesses, anthropomorphic animals, and, seemingly, no shortage of moral codas to clumsily tack on shallow plots.

Grace Has No Expiration Date

Grace Has No Expiration Date

I like you probably, have an uncontrollable aversion to any food product that is past its expiration date. Even if it’s only by a few hours. I don’t care what food or drink you give me, if it’s anywhere close to being over that “best by” date, to me it’s an offering straight from the devil’s kitchen that’ll surely torment my bowels.