Fighting for Beauty.
I’m taking a short two-week break from The Colossians Project to catch up on life and love on my family.  In its place today, a re-post of one of my favorites — a holiday piece I wrote back in 2012 (with a new graphic for the pinning!). I hope it will help shape your thoughts and hearts during...
Three ways to find hope when you've made the wrong choices.
In these [sins, idolatries] you too once walked, when you were living in them. Colossians 3:7 This verse is shockingly physical. Walked means walked, and living means living. You can read it this way: In these sins and idolatries you too once formed all your decisions, made all your appointments, and took all your steps, when...
When you feel like you can't keep up.
I have spent much of the last twenty years feeling behind. Behind in the small things — the schedule and the work and the routine. Behind in the big things — the life and the kids and the goals. In Colossians 2:20 through 3:4, Paul has taught us that our true life belongs to another...
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Paul has spent the last seven verses teaching us one thing: The life that we fret over — obsess over — slave for — feel guilty about — it isn’t even here anymore. It’s there. For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God (Colossians 3:3). Our best life has been...
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You logged on, you read the best seller, you flipped through the magazine, and there it is again: everyone’s doing life better, prettier, happier than you. Even the encouragers are discouragers, selling just enough hope to tease the inadequate. False teachers were doing the same thing to the people in Colossae, an insignificant church in...
when you feel like a half-hearted Christian.
When Christ, who is your life… (Colossians 3:4) For the believer, the halfway heart is impossible. Christ is your life. That work is whole, infused, complete. In verses 3 and 4, Paul wraps the words around us like a blanket for good measure: Your life is with Christ (v3)…Christ is your life (v4). He...
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There are hours I wish I could forget — seconds that have cut me for years. I have hurt, and I have been hurt. I have trespassed, and others have trespassed against me. I have crouched in the shadows of Eden, hiding my soul away, naked and ashamed. But Someone Else has been hiding...