By Janel Breitenstein I think you could call me a grace junkie. I am finally willing to admit that I am addicted to grace. When I first came to Christ, I thought that I would grow out of grace a bit. I knew I needed a flood of it to get in the door, and I’d […]
Read MoreBy Janel Breitenstein I wish I had more. Sometimes my praise for God feels like a crayon drawing. I look back on the way I blew it with my kid that morning. The way I have morning breath and occasional body odor and bad habits in my anger. I think of how my sin’s blindspots have […]
Read MoreBy Janel Breitenstein You know, I love The Look. It kindles as a gleam in the eyes, I think; a spreading smile on those chocolate-colored faces. Poised or guarded features and body language acquire a sudden, easy fluidity. And I think: I have made it past their heart’s gate. See, I’ve watched this phenomenon time […]
Read MoreBy the time the Friday-morning sun dawned, Jesus had endured 12 grueling hours of incessant questions, beating, and mocking. He hadn’t been offered a bed to sleep in. He wasn’t offered the chance to rest until He could hire an attorney. No. At eight o’clock in the morning the death sentence was pronounced on Jesus, […]
Read MoreHave you ever bargained with God? You know the spiel— “God, please, if You just heal my child I’ll do ANYTHING. I swear. I’ll move to Africa. I’ll forgive my mom. I’ll forgive my husband! I’ll even still tell people about You, the one who gave me a child who’s sick all the time!” Sound […]
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