This is the law:

    Nothing is free.  We have been bombarded by these words.  Nothing is free.  Everything has a cost.  We hear it so much that an equalizer must be released.  The gospel.  The gospel is free.  The gospel requires no payment from you.  It's a free gift.  The gift of God.  However, it isn't exactly free.  In fact, it will cost you your life.  It's very expensive.  However, if you get it, it won't feel like it cost you anything.  You'll run faster, jump higher, praise louder.  You won't know why.  You just will.  And then you'll start to read.  Here's where the enemy gets you.  It's how he go

In James 1, James, half-brother of Jesus, tells us that good religion is visiting orphans and widows in their affliction. To better drive home his point, the word used we translate as "undefiled" or "pure". Now, you can take this literally and there will be some happy orphans and widows out there who will enjoy your friendship. However, the lesson is a bit deeper because James is about to call out Christians who give good seats to rich people, pay attention to to things like titles and talent, and then turn around and send poor people away without food, shelter, or clothing.

    Two of the things I am most passionate about is how men treat women who are not their wives, and vice versa, and how not just people in general, but Christians view dating, marriage, and how to make those choices. There is an epidemic of foolishness in western thought on how relationships between men and women should be handled. Currently, the idea is date and get emotionally involved with anyone who peaks your attraction meter. This is how you A) experience the passion required for a relationship to work, and B) find out if the two of you have long-term compatibility.

My pastor once said that God is the first missionary.  It makes it so much easier to go out and teach others about Jesus when I remember that.  God came to me, not the other way around.  God chose me, not the other way around.  In going to others, I get to partner with God who intends to spread the knowledge of himself.  And God is personal with each one of us.  He didn't come to me the same as he did my buddy John.  He didn't go to my buddy Taylor the same way he came to me.  However, what stayed the same is Jesus.  Whomever he went to, the Father brought the son.  God, being the first mis

Why do writers write? Why do singers sing? Why do dancers dance? The simplest answer is because they need to. It's innate. You can do a great number of other things, but whatever it is you were meant to do just finds it way out. It really is quite unexplainable. Which is why we spend so much time trying to explain it.

If I do nothing to perfect my craft, expand my imagination, work on my vocabulary, play with writing styles, and use all of the resources God has placed in my life, then I am not doing anything to his glory.

I need to know how to make a heart on here like on Facebook.  I really want to type, "I <3 Derek Webb", and actually see a heart, instead of something that looks broken.  His lyrics have been the source of many of my safaris in scripture in order to find out what is true.  One in particular is ringing my head today.

"I get turned around / and I mistake my happiness for blessing / And I'm blessed as the poor / still I judge success by how I'm dressing". ~ Derek Webb, Faith My Eyes, 40 Acres by Caedmon's Call

Welcome to my new home. Since this was done for me in an act of service (Thank you, John Tucker), I thought it poetic to make my first post about service. In Romans 12 Paul says to outdo one another in showing honor. This is hard because we want to honor ourselves, not others. Even moreso, we want others to honor us as well. I love to give advice in hopes of being thought of as smart, wise, and someone people should talk to. I struggle mightily with the verse that says we should think soberly of ourselves. I don't want to think soberly of myself.