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On occasion—usually when it’s bright and sunny out and I’m not doing much of anything—I’ll look up and notice that the hounds of my worst mental habits have gotten loose. 

Several years ago, I didn’t want to go to church ever again. 

Why am I writing about lust?

In the past year, I have found myself in more conversations about Jesus with people outside the Christian faith than in any other year since college.

Suddenly, in my mind, I’m tearing my coworker apart limb from limb. How could she get the recognition that I rightfully deserved? This was the moment when I realized that pride was a problem in my life.

What would it look like if, every day, in every conversation, in every social media interaction, followers of Jesus lived out Philippians 2:3-4 in the ways we listened to others?

Are you in ministry? Yes. You are. And I’m not just talking to the campus ministers among us.

You know that feeling people get when they’re about to get on a roller coaster ride or enter Disneyland? That’s how I’ve felt about eating for as long as I can remember.

When I was in college, I was addicted to the Nintendo 64 game GoldenEye 007.

I’ve read books about prayer. I’ve been to weekend-long trainings on prayer. I’ve given sermons on prayer.