We all fail: at work, with our families, in our lives. What does it look like to embrace grace and live as people of second (and third, fourth, and seventy-seventh) chances?
God's grace? I know God's grace. I know that it's sufficient and wide-reaching and freely given, not earned. I know what I'm supposed to know. But grace doesn't sink in and I live as though God's grace is enough for everybody except me.
When I think about the Levites who ministered by night, I think about a dedicated, reliable group who got things done and—through their skill and humility—made the work look easy.
I don't agree with those who say that busy-ness or the demands of our jobs make it hard for us to live lives of free and gracious giving.
How does your identity shape who you are and how you interact with others?
I've had malaria more times than I care to remember. It's not pleasant. Bone-chilling cold. Sweating, terrible fever. You can understand my hatred for the mosquito!