He came, not as a flash of light or as an unapproachable conqueror, but as one whose first cries were heard by a peasant girl and a sleepy carpenter. God tapped humanity on its collective shoulder, "Pardon me," he said, and eternity interrupted time, divinity interrupted carnality, and heaven interrupted the earth in the form of a baby. Christianity was born in one big heavenly interruption.

God is always near us. Always for us. Always in us.

The worst part of all is that, without forgiveness, bitterness is all that is left

I don't know if I'll always be a pastor.

God is able to accomplish, provide, help, save, keep, subdue... He is able to do what you can't. He already has a plan. God's not bewildered. Go to Him.

I see that a lot in my own life and in the lives of others.Does the presence of pain mean the absence of God?

My conversations with Trump supporters have left me with more questions than answers.