Our inner work makes honest engagement with another’s sin not only possible, but possibly transformational. It also frees us to know and be known by God.
In these moments, the quiet voice roars into our consciousness like an unwanted stranger. This inner voice feels like an enemy. Sometimes we tell it to go away. Sometimes we will it away.
I’m Reformed for a bunch of reasons. They’re not the same as they were back when I was an arrogant 18 year old, when I wielded a theological hammer in the shape of the Dutch Reformed TULIP. It’s taken living a while. It’s taken dying a lot. It’s taken succeeding and failing in ministry for almost two decades. It’s taken the sober realization that the rabbit hole of my sin goes far deeper than good theological texts could have shown me. Let me explain.