…it’s so deeply ingrained in me that I need to perform for him to really be pleased with me. So I strive and strive and strive. And it’s never enough. And it never will be enough. And the emptiness of that just kills me.
But playing with house money took the sting out of my losses. I didn’t actually have anything riding on the game. A loss wasn’t actually a loss. It was a refreshing and freeing feeling to play the game only being able to win.
I’d be honored if the Babylon Bee made fun of me someday. That’d be a more meaningful “you’ve arrived” moment that the elusive blue check mark on Twitter. The concern I have with the Bee is they are recklessly making fun of and running over marginalized people in a way that dishonors Christ.
I turned 36 today. I had a friend of mine who is an old man (putting that there because I’m pretty sure he’ll be reading this) recently told me I am “in my prime.” While not by NFL standards, unless you’re Tom Brady I guess, I do suppose 36 is “prime” age for life in ministry and life in general.
We discuss if, when, and how you should tell your wife about your porn problem. We also look at Psalm 51:1-2 as a tool for finding from Jesus what we’re looking for from sexual sin.
There are denominations that believe if you commit suicide, God will automatically send you to hell, regardless of anything else you’ve ever believed. Does the Bible back this up? There is only one passage in Scripture where this argument is made from.