Though I have been a practicing Christian my whole life, my journey of faith is far more defined by the lows than the highs. Of course there have been miracles. Of course there have been the confirmations of what I could only hope to be true. But I’ll be honest, so often I have drifted off the path and sometimes run full speed away from it.
But I always come back.
The faithless might say I’m a glutton for punishment. The judgmental might say I’m out of chances. The broken voice inside me might say, “Not this again.”
Fortunately for me, a sinner, the Redeemer says “welcome home.” Every time.
Happy Sunday, everybody.