Recently, I’ve gotten into a couple of really big arguments with my mother and girlfriend where I have let emotion get the best of me very quickly. I’ve raised my voice, almost shouted in some instances in public places, and allowed my demeanor to shift from cool and collected to an intense fervor or outright [...]
Never have I ever been convicted to act out of Christ's love by being reminded of the existential burden of brokenness I've felt since the moment I was born. [1] Only by beholding the absurd majesty and beauty of God's glory, right here, right now, right in front of me, anew each day, have I ever been moved to act in a way that might resemble goodness, righteousness, or justice. [...]
