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It usually starts the same way. A message. A follow. Someone new who seems interested. Nothing about it feels dangerous at first. The conversation is normal… maybe even flattering. It moves quickly, but not in a way that sets off alarms. Just enough to keep you engaged. Just enough to feel like something real might be happening. Then it shifts. The tone changes. The questions get more personal. More direct. Before long, the conversation turns sexual. And in that moment… a

From Silence to Sexual Discipleship: Teaching What We Were Never Taught frames the message around the real issue: not marital sexual refusal, but the absence of clear, healthy teaching about God’s design.

Have you ever looked back on your past? In the modern world most of our pasts are easy to keep track of. Social media keeps a daily log for some of us and for others maybe a journal. If you don’t use either, you at least know your own past within memories you have chosen to hold onto over the years. Memories come packed with emotions, sights, sounds, and smells. Some deliver the feeling of nostalgia that can allow us to remember a life that has since passed on. I want to brea

I’ve been considering how “lust” and “sexual temptation” don’t usually work the way we expect. Most of the time I don’t feel like I’m staring at some obvious enemy and deciding to fight it head-on. It feels more like something that slowly grabs attention, then slowly narrows what’s possible, and then suddenly I’m reacting instead of choosing. And that’s why I keep returning to a verse that doesn’t sound strategic or negotiable at all. It sounds urgent. It sounds like: run bef

I’ve been sitting with the story of the prodigal son, and the more I think about it, the more it feels like Jesus didn’t just tell a “family drama.” I keep coming back to this strange but comforting thought: the parable isn’t really about a literal son, a literal brother, or a literal father. It’s about what those roles expose inside a person. And I think about that because I don’t always recognize myself clearly in the story at first. “What if I’m the prodigal… but also the

We humbly asked Him to remove all our shortcomings. “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” (1 John 1:9) In just a few days we will have entered July of 2026. This is the seventh month of the year. In our recovery meetings it is customary practice to have the first meetings slots of the month talk about the corresponding step of the 12-step program. So, January is the first step, February the

In recovery, it is easy to be brought down by the weight of our failures. When I began to sober up, I started seeing just how foolish I had been before. Any slip or mistake I made now also carried a new kind of grief. The kind that says I REALLY know better. Even if you are a day into recovery or sobriety, you know that being in a program such as WFR holds us to a higher level of accountability. Our yes should become a little stronger, our no even stronger yet. But knowing t

As my wife and I were driving to work one day we found ourselves sitting at one of many red lights. The music on the radio was on break and talk show hosts were cracking their witty jokes. However, as we sat here a truck was turning from traffic with the traffic, and it was hauling a large black fridge in the back of it. This was no unusual sight necessarily, but how they had it strapped down was highly unusual to me. The still had the fridge resting in on a transpo

Have you done it? Have you made up your mind yet? God has made up his mind about you. But have you? There is in recovery what they call the “Rock Bottom”. This is the lowest point of addiction. We feel the worst; we have suffered and have caused suffering, it feels like a pit too deep to crawl out of. Now this is a terrible place to be, every addict has their version of what this looks like. I would venture to say some out there would compare these situations to others, but t

Today while I was at work, I heard the sweet small sound of music in the distance. I was walking back into our building when I heard this, and it caused me to pause for a moment. While I stood there and listened to the music it was waxing and waning, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. You see it took me a moment to realize it, but the wind was carrying it to my ears. When the wind picked up, so did that sweet small melody. Now after a few gusts I put together the tune that

Just this past week, I had my first opportunity to watch the two of my kids…. At the same time, that is. I have watched my two-year-old plenty of times by herself. Play, eat, sleep, then the cycle repeats until it’s a new day. Now adding my less-than-3-month-old son into the mix is quite a big deal for me. Not only was I doing my normal routine with my daughter, but I now also had to weave him into this as well. Not to mention the crying that comes from both children in times

Over this past weekend, many of us participated in the celebration of Mother’s Day. A mom, a grandmother, an aunt, a family member, or someone who stood in as the role of a “Mom” figure gets celebrated. We think of their love, kindness, and selflessness. Of the qualities they do best for their family and children, traits others strive to attain. However, as I started thinking about this, I started thinking about the men in recovery who struggle with addiction. I know this is

Have you ever been in an argument? Have you ever been in an argument you felt there was no way you could be wrong? Or maybe you have found yourself on the losing side and have nothing else to do but mope about it? Well, I have something to say about this, from my own personal struggles with pride and arrogance. I’ve heard it said about those who believe they could not be wrong, that they live on a “Mountain of Right”. I have also heard it said about those who feel they are a

If, like me, you were raised in the 80s and 90s, then you’re officially old. Back then, there was a commercial featuring an elderly person who had fallen to the ground. This person would lie there helplessly with no one around. Unable to reach a phone to call for help, they would reach for a necklace and press a red button. A voice would ask, “What’s your emergency?” The fallen person would reply, “HELP! I’VE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UP!” The voice on the other end would then

One weekend my wife and I found ourselves at our wits end with each other. It seemed every day if not multiple times a day, we had something to bicker about. We were both searching for peace behind the scenes, but every time we let something out of our mouths, it was the opposite of that. On this weekend, Saturday night had rolled around, as I entered our bedroom she proceeded to look at me and ask one question, “Have you struggled today”. In that instant my heart had sunk an