Have you ever forgiven someone who isn’t sorry for the way they hurt you?
After my 13th birthday, one of my parents started struggling with alcoholism. It was a scary and destabilising period. By the time I was 15, I discovered I held a lot of hate in my heart for this parent, and had traded my hope for healing with revenge.
You’ve been set apart for good works,” says the preacher, “The Kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit.” So why am I so sad, anxious…broken? I wonder.
Who, or what, makes the ideal man?
I’m an Australian guy, and sometimes it can be hard to have a straightforward answer. However you define a true-blue Australian man, there seems to be one universal agreement: Men should not be weak.