I have a leftover Pharisee attitude dogging me some days.
Just like my small Maltese Yorkie prances at my heels until I’m finally ready to go on our walk, this leftover attitude keeps hounding me. Lately I’ve felt it creep in during conversations or when I’m thinking about people.
It’s a perfect, comfy fit, this Pharisee garment I wore often before God began to unfold the truth of grace. It looks something like Continue reading →