I remember clearly the day I became invisible. Walking through the mail with my teenagers, all the females were noticing my son and and the males were noticing my daughter.
Psalm 143 is about being in the deepest blackest pit of despair and finding God anyway. It’s about depression, but the particular depression and anguish you feel when you’re confronted with the consequences of your sin.
Fantasy, distortion and falsehood are the currency of our new technology. It is easy today to be someone you’re not. By contrast, the Epistle of James raises the question: are you living what you claim to believe?
Beauty is no longer in the eye of the beholder; it is in the mouse click of the photoshopper.