We have a generation of weak runners, tripping and falling and denying that either is a problem. But we are called to more, Reader; we are called to run like athletes, to “press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 3:14, ESV). No successful athlete runs with extra weight hanging about her ankles or proper attire for her body. So, too, we cannot run the race of faith while clinging to the ideologies of the world and neglecting to fortify ourselves in the truth. And that truth is, most simply, this: We were dead in our sins and have been made alive in Christ Jesus that we may trust in his words, grow in his goodness, and live in expectation of his coming glory.
May I never say I was once a singer,But only ever that I was and am. And may I never say I was a runner,
Believers, like ballerinas, must daily strengthen themselves in truth, else we risk losing touch with the source of both grace and truth: Christ and His Gospel.
Lately, my social media has been flooded with stories that present deconstructive re-interpretations of scripture. Easily skimmed, shared, and swiped away, the subtle influence of
My current favorite song—“Shape of Love” by Passenger—keeps popping up in my Spotify playlists and I never skip it. Its opening chords make me smile
In rereading the Book of Job, I once more find it both wonderful and troubling. Job is, at its core, a terrifying book: a man