I really, really did not like the word repentance.
In 2014, life for me exploded.
My way or the highway.
Look out for Number One.
When you picture strength, what comes to mind?
I remember sitting next to the bed of one of my mentors and holding her hand as she was dying of cancer.
“My stupid mouth has got me in trouble. I said too much again.”
I used to think missions was a thing for super-Christians.
I want to tell you about one of my most painful experiences with racism.
“I’m good.” “It’s all good.” “Good news!” The word good is our default for anything vaguely positive. But what do we mean when we talk about goodness?
Imagine that God created the whole world like my hometown: Orlando, Florida. What would that be like?
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