When I got married, I stood at the altar holding my bride's hand, and off to my left stood my best man. Now picture that best man leaning over mid-ceremony and mumbling, "You know what? I think I ought to have her." Gentlemen, you'd have a problem on your hands.
We used to meet in a rough section of town in the early years of Pilgrim and on the way to the church house we'd pass this run-down house every single time. You could tell by the people coming and going that nothing good was happening inside. It was the
We'll never say it out loud. But the way we live says it for us. We like the gifts from the Giver. We just don't like the Giver. Kids do it. They love dad's provision more than they love dad. Every father knows that sting. And God — the one who
Numbers 21 will mess you up if you let it. The people of Israel got bit by fiery serpents. Not because they were murderers. Not because they were thieves. They were complainers. And God said enough, and the serpents came. Their first instinct would have been to go find the
Nobody chooses to be born. That's true physically and spiritually. God does the regenerating. You don't birth yourself. No argument there. But people miss what happens before the birth. Before a baby arrives, there's labor. Elbows pressing. Feet pushing. Contractions. The birth is a moment — but it doesn't come from