Underneath their captivating roles, their beautiful music, their attractive faces, their sparkling social media personalities, their well-written books, and their compelling speeches, they are sinful, battered human beings just like the rest of us.
Read MoreAdam and Eve, Ananias and Sapphira, sinned against the Lord together. They led each other away from God, toward their own ideals of what was good and desirable. It’s a somber warning, yet not without hope.
Read MoreStories from Six Feet also fosters a sense of connection, both for those who spend an afternoon with Angela and for those of us who are seeing the posts on an Instagram feed.
Read MoreIt’s ok if we don’t have the words. It’s okay if we feel numb, shocked out of all emotions except anxiety in times such as these. God meets us there.
Read MoreBut as it were, they are indications of my lack of trust that the God who said, “blessed are the meek” rules this world; and more than that, my lack of trust in God’s promise that the meek “shall inherit the earth.”
Read MoreMy hope and prayer is that we can be a world that can still love across closed borders, across oceans, across different nationalities, that we not let our fears keep us from seeing the eyes of our brothers and sisters behind the mask.
Read MoreThere are whispers of a constant God in this ever-changing world. In slowing down, we notice them. How sweet are these reminders. I’m finding a comfort in how far, wide, high, and long God’s vastness is, and that it never changes.
Read MoreInstant satisfaction in the world comes piece-meal and then quickly disappoints. I build all my hopes and dreams into this grand Victorian mansion and then one small wind of change or pain knocks the whole thing over.
Read MoreThe Sabbath was never meant as a burden or a goal; is a gift. It’s a ticket out of the striving. It’s an invitation to true rest. Because this is part of our design.
Read MoreThe “now” of today often feels so immediate, so urgent, so important. But there’s something comforting about an old church. Weathered, but delicate. Beauty and function entwined.
Read MoreI think we subscribe to binaries too often. Humans perpetuate this false narrative of either/or in practically every sphere of life. It infects all of these spectrums on which we live and operate. Either pride or insecurity. Either success or family. Either ambition or contentment.
Read MoreI had thought about lies a lot, attempted to protect myself from them, recognized Satan’s lies in the lives of people dear to me…but somehow, I’d overlooked his hand-picked, Kailin-tailored lies.
Read MoreWhat He said seemed elementary—to rest is an act of faith. Yet as He spoke it I knew that truth held the power to change everything about the way I walked into the next season of my life.
Read MoreAs a culture, we deify the avoidance of forgetting; devote our time and money to it; configure our lives around it. It’s understandable enough: to remember is to be human, and the thought of losing that humanity produces a raw nervousness within us.
Read MoreThree years ago I had a very honest chat with Jesus. I remember being so frustrated with my story. I was so frustrated at how I had behaved in my previous relationships, and how focused I was on finding the next one.
Read MoreImmeasurably more than all that I asked or imagined (Ephesians 3:20)—that seems to be the best way to describe the past two weeks.
Read MoreIt's funny how, after four years of education at a Christian institute of higher learning, you’ll still get evangelized. It happened to me my last semester at Calvin. I was studying, and some girls came up to me asking if I had prayer requests.
Read MoreI’ve been in my first long-term ‘adult’ job for about a year, and each day since I’ve started, I have had a pestering fear of underperforming, not meeting expectations, and disappointing my team.
Read MoreThe other day, I went hiking through the Mariposa Grove. There is a collection of enormous trees located in Yosemite National Park; it is home to over 500 mature giant sequoias.
Read MoreA paper mache masterpiece of canary-colored leaves decorates the concrete, whose almost-squares are dampened darker from last night’s rain. If I walk slowly enough, I can perceive green stains leaking through, too: moss, erupting in the moisture.
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