Notes on the questions of the faith I’m still living — doubt, trust, weariness, grace. The press gathers trusted voices across the Church’s traditions on one hard question, so you aren’t left to re-invent the faith alone.
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Friend, As of last Saturday, Resurrection Publishing launched. Times like this are always exciting and nerve-wracking for me. I can spiral into self-doubt — the “who am I?” questions that lead to fear, shame, and eventually hiding. That’s one reason I’m starting with a series on putting sin to death, and with John Owen. I fall short of my ideals. Almost always. Since I asked Jesus to be my Lord and Savior after getting caught with my hand in a cookie jar (literally), a very long time ago, why do I still fall short? A couple of weeks ago, walking a trail around the lake near my home, I was charged by three very aggressive dogs. There was a fence between us, but not high enough to provide real protection. I flipped out, charged the fence, and roared at the dogs. Through gritted teeth, I said, “I hate those dogs.” Not quietly. Just then I turned and saw a serene man a decade or two older than me walking the other direction. He’d seen it all. The battle with sin is still, for me, a daily one. If that resonates, you’re not alone. Wherever your skin wears thin and something ugly shows through, teachers who stood on this question before us can help. I have those places. I think we all do — even those further along. If you’d like to walk that road with me, start here: a free sample of John Owen’s Of the Mortification of Sin in Believers — Note on the Text plus Chapter I. Grace and peace, |
Letters from Resurrection Publishing
Notes on the questions of the faith I’m still living — doubt, trust, weariness, grace. The press gathers trusted voices across the Church’s traditions on one hard question, so you aren’t left to re-invent the faith alone.
Friend,Three in the morning, and I was simply awake. I wasn't worried, wasn't afraid. This has been happening more since we moved back to Tennessee. So I got up and reached for a novel instead of something useful, then my Bible, then a question I couldn't shake. Usually, I'd use the early hours to create something useful. And by useful, I mean something I could sell. I always have that drive to provide. But lately, I've felt a bit like I'm treading water, with something weighing me down. So I...
Friend, I want to be somebody, and the fact that I am somebody is never enough. A few days after deciding to shut down Ignaria, I caught myself already sketching the next venture—another chance to prove competence, another way to feel like I matter. The work itself may be legitimate. The drive underneath it is something else. I wrote about that restless ache, about why “you are enough” misses the point, and about the only place I’ve found that actually holds the weight. On Being Somebody →...
Friend, I was raised as a missionary kid, going to church at least three times each week, so I’m fairly attuned to the threads of thinking going around the Church. We react to current issues. We disagree about doctrine. We apply Scripture to the news and to daily life. Much of our current writing and teaching can be reduced to slogans or memes recording our outrage about moral, political, and social transgressions against Christian values. Don’t get me wrong — that outrage is often justified....