I Didn't Write Because I Had Anything

The Hard Work Of Sowing Seed In What Looks Like Perfectly Empty Earth Has A Time Of Harvest. All Suffering, Pain, Emptiness, Disappointment Is Seed: Sow It In God And He Will, Finally, Bring A Crop Of Joy From It.

When We Sin And Mess Up Our Lives, We Find That God Doesn't Go Off And Leave Us- He Enters Into Our Trouble And Saves Us.

Stories Are Verbal Acts Of Hospitality.

Pastors Are Highly Susceptible To The Sin Of Sloth.

There Are No Experts In The Company Of Jesus. We Are All Beginners, Necessarily Followers, Because We Don’t Know Where We Are Going.