Slow, honest writing about faith, grace, and the long road home. New entries each week.
Sometimes the problem is not that God is silent. Sometimes we are simply too crowded inside—cluttered with religious rituals—to hear Him. We…
Sometimes the problem is not that God is silent. Sometimes we are too crowded inside to hear Him. We blame His absence on His anger, but oft…
Sometimes the problem is not that God is silent. Sometimes we are simply too crowded inside to hear Him. We live in a culture that screams f…
Sometimes the problem is not that the devil is busy. Sometimes the problem is that we are too comfortable in our own habits to notice he has…
Sometimes the problem is not that God is silent. Sometimes we are just too crowded inside to hear Him. We decorate our lives with good thing…
Sometimes we wish God would simply snap His fingers and erase the source of our misery. We pray for the enemy to be removed, thinking that i…
Sometimes, the loudest voice in the room is not the Holy Spirit, but the echo of our own cultural preferences. We have a habit of taking sec…
Not every bad day is a demonic attack. Sometimes, we are simply tired, or perhaps we are reaping the consequences of our own poor choices. W…
Sometimes, we confuse a lack of popularity with a lack of faith. We assume that because the world disagrees with our lifestyle, we are being…