Unfortunately, we have an enemy who hates us, and he’ll use every resource at his disposal to intersect and derail our healing journeys. Including guilt. Guilt is an emotional response to wrongdoing. We should feel the Lord’s conviction when we disobey His commandments or even when we break civil laws that do not contradict God’s…
Saturday, December 2, 1995 – Awaken to the sounds of prison life—chains on belts with keys rattling. Doors slamming—slots opened and closed—doors being kicked for the CO (corrections officer) to come—inmates hollering—chains rattling. The sunrise over the compound and breakfast. We ate—I don’t remember what. Eggs and cereal, I think—it was OK. Passed through the…
The choices we make have consequences. That’s just the way it is. Good, bad, or indifferent, we’re subject to predictable and somewhat unpredictable consequences. Sewing and reaping. The principle applies to all choices. We reap what we sew, later than we sew, more than we sew. Astonished is the word that comes to mind right…
Venturing into the unknown, God has so much for each of us—way beyond our wildest imaginations. I’m living proof of that. Who knew, but God, how the experience of prison and the subsequent events of my life would lead me to a place of surrender. A different kind of surrender than to the U.S. Marshal…
The Bible is very clear – in this life we will have difficulties. We WILL struggle through times in our lives that are often inexplicable. But there are also moments when we experience the consequences of choices we make, or others make around us that have a monumental effect on us and those we cherish…
Life is like a short-term mission trip. What does it feel like to know that we only get a limited time on this earth and that making the most of it is paramount? Satan has no intention of allowing us to be a difference maker for God’s Kingdom here on Earth. If he can influence…
I can still remember walking into the gym during a freshman dance, where the college newbies met for an icebreaker the second day of the first semester. I had this cocky attitude. Me and a couple buddies of mine. Not that I knew what the plan was. But I sure knew I wanted to get…
It was the mid to late 1980s, and there were plenty of opportunities to make tons of money in real estate and a whole lot of other things. Real estate just happened to be my drug of choice—the thing that looked pretty, seductive and pleasurable but ended up being my ultimate demise. It was about…