While I fought to keep my eyes open, the gospel pressed deep into my heart.
I still believe that in some ways church does — or did — save me. It didn't save me in the ways you might expect: a spectacular Sunday service, a homerun sermon, or a gripping worship set. God's primary tool to transform my heart was not the conference speaker or the travelling revivalist or the worship concert. Those events were important, but now I realize that, more often, God changed my life using routine worship services in which I sang hymns I didn't quite understand and heard messages I didn't quite grasp. continue reading >>