If it were up to me, I would only ever come to a blog composition box with touching stories. We’d all be uplifted — though perhaps we’d brush away a tear or two — and we’d leave with the cockles of our hearts a’glowing warm. If it were up to me. And I suppose some would say it is up to me, but there are times when my heart breaks for the church, and my Father reminds me that I’ve been adopted into His family, and while that adoption brings with it unspeakably wonderful privileges it also brings responsibilities.
Will I let peer pressure keep me from declaring His goodness and love?
In weakness and trembling and leaning hard into grace, I invite you to join me at All the Church Ladies. Will you consider with me what it means to be a legitimate son? I’d love to hear your thoughts.