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by Bart Denny Picture this: a friend hands you the keys to their vehicle and says, “I’m trusting you with this.” Not just any vehicle. Their vehicle. Maybe it’s newer than yours. Maybe it’s nicer than yours. Maybe it’s the one they wash by hand, park in the shade, and somehow notice if one speck of dust lands on the hood. Maybe it’s a Bentley. You drive differently, don’t you? You don’t pull out of the driveway like you’re late for a NASCAR qualifying lap. You check your mirrors like you’re taking your driver’s test all over again. You park at the far end of the lot where there are no shopping carts, no minivans full of energetic children, and ideally, no other human beings. And if you’re brave enough to have coffee in the car, you hold that cup like it contains nuclear waste. Why? Because it isn’t yours. You have real responsibility for it. You can drive it. You can choose the route. You can turn the wheel. But having the keys doesn’t make you the owner. That’s ste...

Part 2 of the series: Built by Grace: God's Design for Family and Faith by Bart Denny Walk into almost any home and you can learn a lot just by looking around. Family photos on the wall. A few diplomas. Maybe a trophy case, a military plaque, or — if you're in certain parts of the country — a deer head mounted above the fireplace. But the walls only tell part of the story. The real story is told by the rhythms of a home: what gets talked about most, what creates stress, what gets sacrificed for, and what gets quietly pushed aside. Every home has a center of gravity. Something is pulling it in a certain direction — whether that home is full or quiet, blended or aging, just starting out or starting over. And it's tempting to assume that if we love the Lord, the spiritual direction of our home will simply take care of itself. It won't. You can believe the right things and still let lesser things set the pace. You can want a Christ-centered hom...

by Bart Denny Mother’s Day can land differently for each of us. For some, it brings warmth and gratitude. For others, it brings grief, regret, longing, or pain. So before we say anything else, we should say this clearly: we don’t need to pretend every family looks like a greeting card. We don’t need to pretend every home has always felt safe, healthy, or whole. That’s not real life. And it’s not the Bible either. The Bible gives us families with beauty and brokenness, promise and pain. And right there, in the middle of real life, God works. God doesn’t build faith in perfect homes. He builds faith by grace. He builds faith through ordinary people who show up, pray, teach, forgive, encourage, correct, comfort, and keep loving. Most of us can look back and see that our faith didn’t appear all at once. For many of us, faith came slowly. Maybe it came through a mother or grandmother. Maybe through a teacher, mentor, neighbor, pastor, or someone in the church who cared enough ...