I need to drown again in the regenerating waters of my baptism. I’m drowning on the world’s air and gasping for water this week. I preached about abiding in the Christ on Sunday, and have spent the entire week making sand castles in a God-forsaken desert.
Jesus led me out of the Fishing Room, down a corridor, deeper into the mysterious Fish House. The walls and ceiling were all of warm, sweet smelling cedar planking. Lanterns lined the walls giving the place a cozy cabin feel. Under my feet, the ice was replaced by […]
I hate shoveling the steps and sidewalk. There’s nothing appealing about it. It’s cold. It’s tiring. It’s dangerous when icy. It seems easiest to just let it go…until you slip and fall on your head! Falling flat on your back is far worse. Sin works the same […]