My baptism was unforgettable. Two years later I had the privilege of leading my mother to Christ and baptizing her. That was forty-five years ago, but in my mind it was yesterday. How many things do we remember well four decades later?
Recently a prolife group at Portland State University (not far from my hometown of Gresham, Oregon), hosted a mobile display for the Genocide Awareness Project (GAP), a project which shows images of aborted children next to victims of historical and contemporary genocides and other injustices.
In his groundbreaking article I shared on my blog earlier this year, Joe Carter used the term “Broken Wolves,” which he defined as those “who use their own authenticity, pain, and brokenness to attract believers who are also suffering and broken.”
God’s greatest gift is Himself. We not only need salvation—we need the Savior, and He has a name: Jesus (which means “God saves”).