Ash Wednesday from a bad Anglican

I overslept this morning. I'd set an alarm for 5:15 am so I could make the 7am Ash Wednesday service at my church in the city. But I woke up at my usual time instead. Sometimes waking up is the hardest thing for me, especially when my day-to-day life is in upheaval and so much … Continue reading Ash Wednesday from a bad Anglican

His name is Jesus

I'm terrible about reading my Bible regularly. Reading the ESV or NASB still gives me flashbacks to sermons from my spiritually abusive church, or to high-stress mornings with my family during our years at that church. But my relationship to Jesus hasn't been stunted. It's grown stronger, and I've stopped being afraid like I used … Continue reading His name is Jesus