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I had my first evangelism-induced sweats when I was in seventh grade.

Sometimes anger just feels like the appropriate response. 

St. Augustine famously prayed, “Lord, grant me holiness, but not yet.” (Domine, da mihi sanctitiam, sed noli modo.) We may relate to his prayer. 

As I write this, I am actually fighting against God’s invitation to forgive.

Some sins are easy to identify. When I hit the snooze button for the twelfth time, it’s pretty clear I’m struggling with sloth. 

On occasion—usually when it’s bright and sunny out and I’m not doing much of anything—I’ll look up and notice that the hounds of my worst mental habits have gotten loose. 

Several years ago, I didn’t want to go to church ever again. 

Why am I writing about lust?

In the past year, I have found myself in more conversations about Jesus with people outside the Christian faith than in any other year since college.

Suddenly, in my mind, I’m tearing my coworker apart limb from limb. How could she get the recognition that I rightfully deserved? This was the moment when I realized that pride was a problem in my life.