Demeaning insecurities often plague us when trials invade our lives. We wonder if God still loves us. We worry that our pain is the direct result of our sin. We grieve what we perceive to be the absence of God in our lives.
We’re living in a time when people don’t automatically trust institutions — especially churches and ministries. Scandals, political polarization, social media outrage and overpromising have left many audiences skeptical before you ever open your mouth.
“I have never felt the flames melting the skin off my veins, but I’ve been through hell in my mind. I’ve had the long sleepless nights, felt the breathless despair in the fight. I’ve laid on the ground crying for help. I’ve felt the rush of anxiety’s waves, and the guilt that won’t wash away, and the deep dread of hopeless days.”
Less than 10% of all congregations are soaring with faith and are on a God-empowered spiritual strategic journey to live into their full Kingdom potential.
For many, images of glowing lights, nostalgic carols, bountiful tables and family gatherings are synonymous with Christmas. Yet, amidst our celebrations is a dark underbelly that, though suppressed, competes for our attention every December.
I’ll start with a confessional. Sometimes, Christmas music gets on my nerves. But before you call the grinch squad on me, I’ll explain. I will use The Little Drummer Boy as a jumping off place.
I wasn’t supposed to be Santa. I was a school photographer — just filling in when the scheduled Santa didn’t show up. I put on the beard, told my other photographer she’d have to take all the pictures, and stepped into the role. It was meant to be temporary. But God had other plans.