A piece of work

I’m getting age spots on my face. I’m a pastor, and crowds exhaust me. The beginnings of a tire are beginning to collect around my middle. I’m selfish with my down time at least a little bit, every single day. I get frustrated with people more easily...

My Big D

Please help me put this into words, Lord Jesus. Yesterday I said that my soul was in ruins. That’s because God had been pressing me, relentless, drilling the bottom of a single question: “What do you want?” Not, “What do you want for dinner?” Not, “What would...