rebelling against low expectations
Last December my family and I visited a living nativity. There were camels, authentic costumes, Roman guards on horses, and a first-century marketplace swarming with children calling out their wares. As we waited for our tour, we hid from the biting wind in a warm building with popcorn and hot apple cider. The organizers checked our names off a list and handed us information cards to fill out...
It is a battle. Not against flesh and blood, the Bible tells us; we aren’t at war with those who choose abortion or even with those who provide it. We fight “against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places” (Ephesians 6:12). It is a battle. But how do we fight it? As video after shocking...
I found out today that one of the families I babysit for is moving out of state in a few months. I’ve known them since before their oldest was born, and I’ve spent countless hours with their three boys, watching them grown, learn, and develop their own little unique personalities. I’m going to miss them! All of a sudden, I realize that my time with them is limited. Why do I take that for...
I remember talking about abortion with our neighbor over the backyard fence. She seemed to agree tepidly with the pro-life position, but added that it wasn’t really her concern. We’ll leave that to other people, she seemed to think. In America, over three thousand children are killed every day by abortion. Every day. Every single day. How is it that we, like our neighbor, have become so numb to...
rebelling against low expectations
