If our job is to magnify the Lord to the world, God must have decided to use our children to magnify our own sins so we can see them. My children hate correction. They take it as a personal insult. No matter how gently, or grace filled I correct, padding it on either side with nice things, they receive it like a punch from a bully.
In New Orleans, you can buy a day pass and go to the Insectarium, aquarium, and zoo for a discounted price. This is a top-notch zoo with live exhibits where you can see and even touch the animals. We’re newlyweds and so of course poor. But this, I’m all over this; Day 3 of Husband Jay is going to kill it.
We’re all familiar with the “outrage” in our culture about the trend in youth sports to award “participation trophies.” Someone hears about a kid who came in last place at the track meet getting the same trophy as the kid who won.
Never has the law fallen so hard on me as in motherhood. Never before was I more aware that my best wasn’t good enough. If parenting doesn’t drive you to your knees, you’re doing it wrong. I remember a conversation with a mom-friend years ago.
In the tiny Bible-belt town where I grew up, tragedy brought people together. Friends, neighbors, and even complete strangers would go the extra mile for a family in need. House fire? They'd hold a community fundraiser. Funeral? Enough casseroles would pile up in the kitchen to feed an army.
A Christian is beloved of God and a sinner. How can these two contradictions be harmonized: I am a sinner and deserve God's wrath and punishment, and yet the Father loves me? Christ alone can harmonize these contradictions. He is the Mediator.
I, like you probably, have an uncontrollable aversion to any food product that is past its expiration date. Even if it’s only by a few hours. I don’t care what food or drink you give me, if it’s anywhere close to being over that “best by” date, to me it’s an offering straight from the devil’s kitchen that’ll surely torment my bowels.