I feel like I’m fighting the air itself as it pushes out of my lungs, crushing my chest with the weight of the universe. I’m sweating, crying, yelling with frustration as I shove against a hundred year old tree, willing it to move an inch for me. I’m laying on the floor of the boxing ring. I’m bleeding. I can’t breath. I can’t fight anymore. I’ve lost.
I’ve never won a battle on my own. I’ve never defeated the invisible enemy that renders me immovable. I will never be victorious on my own. I’m not made for solitary victory. I’m destined for failure. Alone, without the gospel and the Lord, I am defeated. Continue reading →
God came down, became a human and saved us. That’s amazing. Think on that for a moment. But also know that we can’t know for sure what Jesus would have looked like. We weren’t there (unless you’re a very old vampire), and they didn’t have cameras. But we can make educated assumptions.
I am by no means a historian, a theologian or an anthropologist, so don’t take anything I’m about to say as truth or fact. But I have done research and like to think I at least somewhat know what I’m talking about. Continue reading →