My Sin Matters to God
I Have a Confession to Make I have a confession to make. Well, more than one, actually, but let’s start with this one. I have been struggling to be kind. Sounds a bit lame, doesn’t it? Who really cares? I mean it’s not like I’ve murdered someone, or cheated...
What to do about False Teachers
They Looked Good I once bought a beautiful pair of honey-coloured, leather-soled, western riding boots at a second-hand store. I was a poor college student who wanted to impress her boyfriend who also happened to own a trail-riding business! They Didn’t Line Up After wearing them at school all...