On Sunday during church, I read Isaiah 64:6. I’ve read it dozens of times before. I know I memorized it in Awana, back in the day. But on Sunday, it stuck out to me. The pastor read Isaiah 64 as the Advent text. But while the sermon focused on other things, I kept coming...
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Contempt
I was sitting with my family in the studio waiting for our portrait sitting. Everything was running late and I had to be somewhere in barely an hour. The room was filled with people, and I silently blamed all of them as I watched the clock hands creep toward my deadline. I tried to...