Yesterday in my daily Bible reading I read the tragedy of Ammon and his rape of Tamar in 2 Samuel 13. Later that day, I was on Facebook and saw the social firestorm around Josh Duggar, who was recently uncovered for child molestation as a teenager.
If someone looked at your life based on how you spent your time, what would they determine is the most important part of your life? Would they be right? I want to change. I’ve found the closest thing to a game-plan in the first two verses of Romans.
Here’s what most of us don’t like admitting about sanctification: It’s hard. Yes, it happens TO us, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t work on our part. The parallels between sanctification and physically running are just a little too painfully true.
For a long time, when I thought of “compassion,” I thought of a child sitting in a slum in India (and he’s probably in black and white). Most people associate compassion with those who are disconnected from them: overseas, living in poverty, in dire need of help. A lot of us have been missing the true meaning of compassion.
Even more impressive than the availability of Christian opinion is the appetite of readers. All it takes is a catchy headline about a topic we care about (or are made to think we care about), and we’ll eat it up.
We are the adrenaline junkies of the Christian faith.