• When Fist Pumping is Necessary

    I tried not to look like Julia Roberts at the polo match in Pretty Woman.  Not because of a polka dotted sun dress or suddenly being model material.  It had more to do with the fist pumping I was trying to control.  But the lyrics matched the beat of my heart…and my arms were already stretched high.  At this point, I didn’t even care that the only reason I made 8th grade choir was because I was sandwiched between two girls that could sang. I needed rescue / My sin was heavy / But chains break at the weight of Your glory / When I was broken / You were…

  • Living With Forgiveness

    The sun was beginning to peel back the night sky. It had been a long night, but today would be the day. He would gather the many and call a few. As their feet stepped out of the mass, their names would go down in Holy Writ. But no one in the crowd would have ever thought… But He knew. He knew that 11 would stay true and one would run into the night. He knew the tables would turn, and He still pulled up a chair. He knew the number of steps it would take to get up that hill, eyes squinting, blood dripping. But He didn’t even stumble…