Tolerance attempts to make us comfortable with our sin, but grace restores us to wholeness. We must learn the difference.
It was a Saturday afternoon I'll never forget. I was 17 years old and hanging out at a friend's house when I found myself kneeling next to an old Jeep, my trembling hands clasped together as I cried out to God. It was more out of sheer exhaustion and desperation than any religious formality.
At that point I realized my life was killing me--from my very own choices. I was living from moment to moment, crisis to crisis, looking for the next experience--drinking, stealing, sex, anything--that would make me feel alive inside again. For years, I had been trying to escape from the pain of life's circumstances. read more