The baby in the basket . . . he plays an important part in Exodus. But before we watch the basket flow down the Nile River, we need to look at the preceding chapters of Genesis. It's so easy to seamlessly flow from the last page of Genesis to the first page of Exodus, but... Continue Reading →
Exodus Series: The Introduction
The word “Exodus” usually brings images of the great palaces and burning sands of Egypt. Of Israelite slaves under the harsh whip of the Egyptian overseer. Of the burning bush that led to Moses standing on the brink of the Red Sea, his staff extended as God separated the walls of the waters with His... Continue Reading →
Pocketed Moments
It's days like this that remind me to persevere whenever I reach a day that's cold and rainy. Because when I'm cold, wet, and miserable, I can look back on this sunshine-saturated moment and smile. I can find happiness in that one moment of misery knowing that I will rest again in this moment where... Continue Reading →
Pharisee
The name Pharisee leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Religious leaders who practice laws . . . religious wolves whose teeth tear the sheep apart. They breathe schedules and routines and religious practices. Their heads swim in the Word, but when they come up for breath, all they breathe in is the air of... Continue Reading →
Tearing off Clothing Tags
I've always been told to make sure a piece of clothing fits before you tear the tag off. Because once the tag is off, the shirt, the shorts, the jeans, the jacket, the shoes . . . they're yours. No take backs. No returns. It's totally, utterly yours. For whatever reason, I felt the essence... Continue Reading →
Two to Tango
The words caught in my throat and echoed in my mind as soon as I typed them: "You can't be the one putting in 110% while he's over here reaping all the rewards and doing nothing. A relationship takes two to tango." My mind emptied, this phrase bouncing around in its resounding chamber like the... Continue Reading →
Surviving My First Semester of College
A few months ago, I was working on some assignments in one of the study rooms of my dorm when I looked out the window and decided I needed to take this picture. Most people will just see a shadow lingering across the face of the building. But I see a shadow of my past,... Continue Reading →
Mitch Wakely: Final Part
Here’s the thing about apathy—you plan to do one thing and then suddenly indifference takes over, leaving you to a day-long Netflix marathon on the couch. Honestly, I could’ve continued to show you different aspects of my life that apathy took over: school, work, home. All you need to know, though, is that apathy seeps... Continue Reading →
Mitch Wakely: Part II
I start our journey in the church not because I spend every Sunday there, nor because most of my family and friends go here. I start here because it was where I met Apathy. One moment, I had joy—things were good in my life, and if they weren’t, then I trusted in the Almighty God.... Continue Reading →
Mitch Wakely: Part I
You probably know my name. You probably see my face multiple times as we stroll up and down the hallways of the church. Therefore, because of our casual acquaintance, you probably believe that you know everything about me. I’m just good ol’ Mitch Wakely, right? The 23-year-old man who has spent his whole life in... Continue Reading →
