When my family struggled financially, I noticed something seeping up from my heart: a sickening, dog-eat-dog kind of mentality that secretly resented others I knew who were doing better and sought to compete for little scraps of material provision. I thought I was above these kinds of attitudes—I really did.
Author: Julie Lyons
Julie Lyons
is a journalist, author, and editor. She lives in Dallas with her husband and son.
“The older I get and the more I learn about God’s way, the more I become convinced—I’m not in control of much of anything
You discover layers of prejudice beneath prejudice, with sordid little pockets of stuff that comes awfully close to hatred. You see yourself tested and tried and found wanting.
An object of relentless teasing and rejection. A victim of gang rape at gunpoint during a home invasion. Raped by her stepfather. Tawana grew up wondering if God even existed.
I grew up in all-white neighborhoods in the Midwest and heard racist statements from people I loved and respected.
The hard reality is that lots of us with sterling records of past accuracy got it wrong. I see this as a rebuke from the Lord…
Where is your heart on the eve of this election?
Thirty surgeries later, Johannes Christian had a reconstructed face–“They made me look like Denzel,” he jokes
In a bizarre turn of the story that only God could script, Adebayo, the Nigerian former Muslim, is shepherding a congregation that consists mostly of homeless people, former homeless people, and a few dedicated helpers who caught on to his vision.
We named it, we claimed it.
We bound devils and loosed riches, stomped our feet and waved our fists until we were sweaty and hoarse and a little ridiculous.
We stood by our mailboxes and ripped open our bank statements, looking for “supernatural blessings.”