I would have waited in line (even longer than I did for a free Prince concert in Bryant Park) to hear this one sentence: “The essence of sin is rejecting our dependence on God.”
Self-reliance is the ringleader. It promises a flamboyance of elephants, clowns, scantily-clad women. Then it raises its whip and enslaves us.
Every challenge is a chance to cuddle closer to God. I’m much warmer when I do it this way.