Laying Key Building Blocks: Our Firm Foundation In Christ
Max, my autistic son, lives on Altura Street. Translated, the street name means “most high.” I love that the “most high God” watches over Max there. But his abode is not without its problems. In turnkey condition when we bought it, it’s now plagued with cracks. They pop up on walls, floors, and even in the dirt in the front yard. In thinking about cracks, I’m prompted to take inventory of cracks in my own life. I want to make sure I’m laying key building blocks. Our firm foundation in Christ is the most important real estate you and I will ever possess. And I want to make sure I’m…
Refining and Sharpening My Discernment
I’ve decided my life amounts to one long pencil sharpening. In my 20s, youthful arrogance usurped my teachable spirit. My pencil was barely sharp. New ideas piqued my interest at college. Alternative schools of thought battled for my attention. I tucked Marxist volumes under my arms as I strutted around campus. Then I stuck a big toe into various pools of alternative religions. I imagined I was the smartest person in the room everywhere I went. My pencil seemed sharp. Until suddenly I realized I wasn’t. Since then, I’ve worked on refining and sharpening my discernment. And the farther along I get in the process, the more I realize I’ll…
