Category Archives: God’s Glory
In the midst of broken dreams and riveting pain, how should we pray? Do we pray earnestly for healing and deliverance or should we just relinquish our desires to God?
I have always been far too preoccupied with my own glory. I don’t like saying that because it sounds terrible. And embarrassing. And deeply sinful.
This Christmas, the magnitude of the incarnation has been washing over me. God who needs nothing and gives life to everything, came to earth as a baby.
I never thought of myself as a writer. I was an artist. I created beauty with my hands. But when that was taken away, I discovered that God had replaced my graphic art with something far better.
I have often wondered what it would have been like to watch Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego as they were thrown into the fiery furnace.
Good Friday has even become more precious this year as I have seen new facets of the cross to be thankful for and have fallen even more in love with Jesus.
My extraordinary failure stripped away everything I had been clinging to. And in the destruction of those accomplishments that had previously defined me, God did a radical work.
The manger highlights the way God uses our deepest pain, our humiliation, the things we wish were different, to bring Him the greatest glory. God’s kingdom is upside down.
What are your idols? What do you turn to besides God to fulfill you? I turn to approval. And the more I want people’s approval, the less concerned I am with God’s approval…
While it sounds cruel to say that God willed my infant son’s death, believing my son died against God’s will is far worse. I am thankful that God is in all my suffering and it all has purpose…
I came to Christ after praying, “God, if you are real, please show me.” When we ask Him sincerely, He answers us in the most extraordinary ways…
Job has taught me about the value of God and the dangers of the prosperity gospel. At the heart of the PG is our value. At the heart of Job, and all of Scripture, is God’s value.
Why did Jesus not go to Lazarus when he was sick? And why does He not rescue me when I need Him the most? Does He not care? How could waiting have been loving?
I am tempted to think that my response to private suffering doesn’t matter. But my response to suffering always matters; an unseen watching world is always looking on from the heavenlies.
I was shocked when my talk resonated with a group of high school boys. It reminded me that I need to trust God and tell my story because the most unlikely people need to hear it.