Summer has always been one of my favorite times of year. Sure, it can get unbearably hot and the sun can be unforgiving, but it’s a much needed break from the monotony of the school year.
Soooooo it's already the middle of August. Where did March, April, May, June and July go? When life seems more chaotic than stable, days, weeks and months tend to fly by.
“These unprecedented times...” “Awful year” “Yeah, it’s been weird” “I’m tired.” “This is so hard”. No one even needs me to write an introduction about how unfamiliar this season of life is for everyone.
I love going on night time drives with my best friends. There’s something strangely peaceful about an open road, littered with the lights of an occasional street lamp or passing vehicle. Our conversations often ebb and flow between belly laughs and comfortable silence.
“So, where do you want to eat?” Ugh. I’m one of those people that this is my least favorite question. “I don’t care, wherever you want...But not this place or that place! Anywhere else.”
In this excerpt from the Sermon on the Mount, we see Jesus challenge some different narratives with examples of people doing good works. So take a deep breath, and let’s jump in!
I’m kind of a terrible runner. I was that kid who dreaded running the mile in gym class. I only played community soccer because they had to let every kid play at least half the game. Running has never, and still doesn’t, come naturally to me.
Credit to my parents; they raised me to be fairly independent. And I think they succeeded. By age 21, I had driven across the country by myself a couple times, lived abroad for a semester where few people spoke English, could do my own taxes, and add the proper amount of hot water to Ramen noodles.
When you think of prayer, you might think of scenes like sitting in a church pew with your eyes closed or someone on their knees with their hands clasped praying for events and situations in their