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.

When I feel too much ambition, my ego has gotten too inflated
Can love last? Man holding hand of his dying wife gives me hope
Paradox of choice can leave us longing for certainty of the past
Evil and idiocy stripping away veneer of western civilization
Modern weddings seem designed to conceal reality of relationships
Tenn. woman threatened for allowing daughter to ride bike to school
In an age when lies are expected, integrity matters more than ever
As I faced my father’s narcissism, I had to confront who I’d become