All of us are waiting. During this season of Advent, I’ve been dwelling on the idea of waiting—a position our culture avoids at all costs. We’ll do anything to bypass the discomfort of waiting. But what if waiting has a deeper purpose? What if it points us to a greater reality? As I read and
Paula never expected that Wednesday night would end tragically. Yet even through the unimaginable, Paula says God redeemed her story and brought her a blessing through her pain. Paula was gang raped by her date and his roommate, and says she felt she was “left trying to pick up the pieces of my life.” She
The lights of the Christmas tree blinked in lazy monotony. On. Off. On. Off. Their projected cheeriness mocked me. Your unborn baby is dead? Don’t care. On. Off. You’re having nightmares every night? Don’t care. On. Off. The unforgiving stare of the yellow lights—along with every bell-ringing Santa, obnoxious Christmas carol, and irritating rerun of
The air is thick and heavy. The North Carolina humidity plays a part in that, but here—in this place—there’s something else that accompanies the heaviness. A weightiness. A presence. A tension. Something that feels…wrong. An abortion facility has that kind of effect. A Place of Heartbreak In July of 2018, GPCC’s sidewalk advocates stepped foot
If Christ has not been raised… “And if Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is in vain and your faith is in vain….And if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile and you are still in your sins….If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all
