On attending church

I go to church. I’m aware that not everyone attends church. And, you know what, friend, I appreciate your spiritual walk…whatever it looks like. Maybe at this point of your life you find it healthier to experience God in what might be considered a non-traditional way. I validate your search. That being said, I goContinueContinue reading “On attending church”

Their hearts were moved with pity. Part II

Last night I read this: Jesus went around to all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the gospel of the kingdom, and curing every disease and illness. At the sight of the crowds, his heart was moved with pity for them because they were troubled and abandoned, like sheep without a shepherd.ContinueContinue reading “Their hearts were moved with pity. Part II”

Their hearts were moved with pity. Part I.

Friday was a day, ya’ll. One of those days where you’re like, “Wait, wait, is this really happening to me?” And not exactly in the good way, either…rather, the kind of way that promises to seep into your weekend and puke sewer water into your otherwise happy-weekend thoughts. And then I was emailed this picture:ContinueContinue reading “Their hearts were moved with pity. Part I.”