No preaching today, Christian single.
We’re taking a break from the talk of God’s plan (true), trusting him (true), or anything along the lines of You need to do X, Y, and Z before God marries you off (meh).
Not that it’s untrue. It’s all quite true. (Except for possibly the last part.)
But it’s not the only thing you need to hear.
You’ve faced countless breakups and rejections with grace. You’ve gotten a master’s degree. You’ve crossed the globe on mission, only to disembark back home and find nobody waiting for just you. You’ve fought tooth and nail for purity. You’ve tithed until it hurts. You’ve turned down opportunities that would have left you unequally yoked. You’ve wondered why God created you with that ______________ that hamstrings your chances of finding someone. You’ve bought a house, a pet, and possessions, rather than waiting for a spouse to come along and build your life.
And you’ve given your confusion and tears, as best you can, to God.
I’m sorry if nobody has ever told you this, but…well done.
Seriously. Well done.
I entreat you for a respite from our usual Christian talk about how joy and happiness are different things.
“I haven’t given up hope, but…”
(This ended up becoming a series. Here’s 
More snow?
The Neurotic Self-examination Department sent me a memo today: I haven’t been very personal on my blog lately.
There is a rhythm to our repentance and God’s grace.
It’s funny – in reading your comments, I’ve seen many of you looking forward to this part of Luke 15 as much as I. We know it by heart. Reaching verse 20 is like arriving at your favorite line in The Empire Strikes Back or hitting that favorite song in your old Newsboys album. But better. Chills of delight. (And I’m talking the Newsboys good ol’ days – Entertaining Angels at the