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When people talk about joy, it’s easy to think of it as a passive experience. There will certainly be moments when joy overwhelms you. Those moments are sweet gifts, but they’re just moments. The Christian call to joy isn’t a call to chase more and more of those unique moments. It isn’t even a call to put yourself in a position where you might get swept up in that current. It is a call to create the current, to actively cultivate joy in your own heart and mind.
The following is my personal philosophy of ministry. A philosophy of ministry (POM) is neither the doctrinal foundation of ministry nor the nuts and bolts of ministry work. Instead, it is the “secret sauce” that bridges the gap between the two. To this end, I’ve intentionally crafted my POM as a collection of loosely organized
What if we could face all the changes life throws at us without any fear? What if that were possible? Our passage today shows us that it is—and in fact, Jesus shows us how.
After enduring the anxiety of death and all the chaos of hell, Jesus rose as the King of kings, the crowned Prince of heaven who was victorious over all his enemies. And the first words this champion king spoke to his fearful disciples was “Peace be with you.”
Stop trying to prove to yourself whether or not you’re lovable if that’s what you’re doing. If you’re anything like me, you’ll never find a reason within yourself. Instead, search the heart of God and listen to Him say to you “I love you.”
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“My first and last philosophy, that which I believe in with unbroken certainty, I learnt in the nursery. I generally learnt it from a nurse; that is, from the solemn and star-appointed priestess at once of democracy and tradition. The things I believed most then, the things I believe most now, are the things called
Whether you’re a fellow believer struggling to share your beliefs well or you’re merely interested in seeing how Christians answer this question, hopefully this post can help start the conversation.
What a busy, joy-filled, tumultuous season of change these last few months have been! Though I only took three classes, my last semester of undergrad was surprisingly challenging. Of the some 130 pages I wrote from January to May, very few were products of my own volition and leisure. Most of my time and energy
If I’m honest with myself, I’m not okay with being not okay. Don’t get me wrong. In one sense, this is holy…But there’s another way that not being okay with being not okay is evil and wrong. Instead of hating my sin, I tend to hate myself for sinning at all. I expect myself to be perfect—sinless—right now. Whenever I feel I’ve sinned, I’m thrown into despair. That’s wrong. Here’s why.
