Living like the new self

I’m back in Ephesians again this week in my regular Bible reading. I love the description of  new life in Christ found in Chapter 4 and 5, and am greatly convicted at the same time. How often I sin in anger, or say something impure, how often I fail to show gratitude. My life so often fails to look like this:

“They have become callous and have given themselves up to sensuality, greedy to practice every kind of impurity. But that is not the way you learned Christ! — assuming that you have heard about him and were taught in him, as the truth is in Jesus, to put off your old self, which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful desires, and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, created after the likeness of God in truth righteousness and holiness. Continue reading

Sad Songs and Lost Souls


I was driving to work recently while listening to my favorite pop music station (yes, pop is one of the many kinds of music I listen to). One of the songs currently in rotation is a radio edit of Mike Posner’s, I Took A Pill in Ibiza, (SeeB remix version). It’s upbeat in an EDM sort of way, but the words are haunting. The acoustic version is just haunting.

The song talks about taking drugs to impress fellow musicians, buying cars and clothes to project his status as “a real big baller,” fame, the inability to open up to people and the hollowness of it all. Continue reading

What my bitten nails reveal about my soul

I’m a nail biter. I have been all my life. My mom tried breaking me of the habit as a child with nasty tasting polish that is supposed to make you stop, but it didn’t do any good. Now I realize this probably sounds really stupid, but bear with me a minute. For the past week or so I’ve managed to not bite off my nails. A few of them are actually growing to a decent length and look pretty good. But it has taken a ton of self-control. Way more than it should for something so trivial.

Well, I looked down at one of my fingernails today after I’d stripped it off its shiny red polish and had a realization. My nails are the perfect metaphor of my (and the struggle of every Christian) daily struggle with sin. As Christians we have a new nature, but we still wage war with the old nature. (Read Romans 7)

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