When I was a child, my grandparents retired to a rural lake in North Carolina. By rural, I mean the middle of nowhere. Each summer, I spent weeks with them, long days marked by the simmering heat that seemed to radiate through my body as I circled my bike around and around on their concrete patio. I loved being with my grandparents, but most days, I woke up to navigate a child’s worst nightmare: nothing to do.
Read MoreI could feel it happening again. It was my son's college graduation week, and my to-do list was expanding to unrealistic proportions. I would have to do more and move faster to get it all done. But I was tired; I could feel my energy and patience diminishing by lunchtime each day.
Read MoreBecoming a Christian bridges the "infinite abyss" born of humanity's separation from God in the Fall, but it does not guarantee we will never stand at the edge of that abyss and feel its emptiness again. Even though Christ filled our God-shaped void at the point of salvation, there is still a chasm between where we are and where we will be, and we constantly sense it.
Read MoreRemaining strong to the end as a Christian and standing firm in the faith despite the inevitable funguses, infections, attacks, and storms in life is not something we can do alone.
Read MoreThe distraction provided by fiction may temporarily obscure the darkness, but it doesn't drive out darkness. Make-believe stories can transport, but they can't transform.
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