Death was their goal. Life was the outcome.
I’d like to write, “It’s been one of those weeks where nothing goes right and I feel like the world is stacked against me.” But that statement is inaccurate. You see, I’m not really sure how it’s January 21. I’ve been on the struggle bus for many, many months now, unable to get my feet completely under me. I’ve lived a reactive life for a while now. Sure, I have
We are studying the book of Exodus in church. I marvel at how God rescued His people out of bondage by a man named Moses in the form of Charlton Heston. I also marvel at the fact that five seconds later (figuratively), the Israelites begin to complain about their unfortunate circumstances. They grumble: What’s up with this desert? Are we ever going to stop? Have we been abandoned? Are we there yet? Is this what our