Every story of redemption starts with a story of loss. Until a person recognizes his or her brokenness, there can be no story of redemption.
At some point in your life, something broke you. Maybe nobody else knows that. Maybe you’re good at hiding it. And maybe you don’t even admit it to yourself.
But somewhere along the way, we all get lost. We all get broken. Some people cover it up. Some people embrace the brokenness and claim they like living that way. Most of us live in denial about it for as long as we can.
Finding redemption is messy. It involves getting honest with ourselves and others. It means we finally stop lying and pretending. It means we give up our pride.
And this is the reason most people never find redemption for themselves. They choose to live with lies and denial rather than to face the painful truth, even though they long for something deeply transformative and they desperately wish for a way out of something they can’t quite identify.
The ones who never find redemption are tragic. The beautiful stories are of those who are deeply broken and lost, yet find hope and redemption. It‘s their stories I need to tell.

We often live in the tension between known and unknown
Unless you’re suicidal, an armed march on D.C. is a very bad idea
When we don’t feel understood, we feel lonely even in a crowd
We will destroy ourselves if we don’t learn to love our enemies
Nelson Mandela overcame anger at oppression to become a wise hero
The Fourth Amendment? Hmmmm. No, we’ve never heard of that one
What would you say if you could converse with your 12-year-old self?
Time for anger? Dissent is good, but ask what the dissenters stand for