Fear Corrodes Our Confidence In God's Goodness.

We Are Jesus Christ's; We Belong To Him. But Even More, We Are Increasingly Him. He Moves In And Commandeers Our Hands And Feet, Requisitions Our Minds And Tongues. We Sense His Rearranging: Debris Into The Divine, Pig's Ear Into Silk Purse. He Repurposes Bad Decisions And Squalid Choices. Little By Little, A New Image Emerges.

The Worship Of Safety Emasculates Greatness.

Here's What I Really Love: I Love A Funny Story That I Can Tag A Serious Line On The End Of.

1 Out Of 3 Americans Says, "i Hate My Job." 80-plus Percent Say, "i'm Ill-equipped And Unenthused About My Work."

God Has The Final Word On Your Life And His Word Is Grace.