Perhaps this pandemic is revealing something about us. Perhaps our Christianity has become too preoccupied with the American idols of convenience and safety.
If we stop frantically trying to find our way to strength, our eyes can remain focused on the Savior who holds us in our weakness.
Modesty should always be rooted in love—love for our Savior and for our neighbor—and one way this love is expressed is in its passion to protect.
Whether we’re weary from treading the waters of suffering or have already sunken so deep in grief that we can barely see the surface, God is mightier.
Sometimes our enemies are within our own churches. Are we ready to love the enemy sitting down the row at church, knowing that they’ve gossiped about us?