Depression

Depression

I remember the night my clinical depression overtook me. It was an evening in 1998. I had the privilege opreaching at a friend’s ordination service. Later that evening I was to join a group of young adults in my church for an evangelistic camp. After the...
I am not the Messiah. Repeat.

I am not the Messiah. Repeat.

I was having lunch with two friends earlier in the week. One of them shared about the struggles of an organization he was helping to lead. Somewhere through his sharing I blurted out “Can I get on the board of directors? Maybe I can help. Maybe I can support...