"For the better part of roughly 480 hours per year, I join with all the other lemmings as we pack into our shiny metal boxes and compete in our suicidal race"
In many ways the asking of this question reminds us of our current fallen status regardless of Christ’s work in our lives.
"The reality of it is, the “good ole days” are a myth. A figment of our active imagination and short memories looking for reprieve from thoughtful interaction with the world around us because, well it means we have to change, and change can be really hard."
"I am merely a paintbrush in the hand of God. When He chooses, I am available for use and for a very specific purpose."