The cross. It's everywhere--displayed on walls, worn as jewelry, adorning clothes and church-steeples, tattooed on people's skin, and so much more. But what about the tomb? The empty tomb? Don't get me wrong: I love the cross--or, more accurately, the meaning behind...
Jesus died because we were sinners. We are saints because of Him.
I’m sure we all know about the Garden of Gethsemane. But do you know what Gethsemane means?
We’re the dirt and tree. There’s life, strength, growth–all that painful, beautiful stuff–springing from the humble and broken.
We talk about being brothers and sisters in Christ, of having the same Father. But I guess I’ve never thought of us being family in this way.
Does it matter what others think?