It’s Holy week, and as I think on the crucifixion, on the sacrifice of Jesus, I am reminded through stories like this one that I share today, of just who I am, and who Jesus really is. Humbling–that’s the only word for it. His love levels me.
. Sitting there, in the comfort of my private family room, watching Lance Armstrong confess his sins on public television, the edges of my mouth tightened in disgust.
God help me, that was my first reaction–not pity, not sorrow for him, but disgust at the size of his sin, (as if there is such a thing as a lesser sin).
That was the first stone I threw. … I’m sharing a bit of ugly-truth over at BibleDude’s Living The Story column today, Read the rest over there.
