Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda

Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda September 18, 2014

I’d once been lost. But somehow on the way to being found, I’d picked up the idea that my new life in Jesus had no space for my pre-Christian regrets. I perceived my lingering regrets as if they were a bad hangover from my sin, a byproduct of my troubled past. I’d been forgiven. Regret was an anchor to my past and had no place in my new life in Christ.

If I didn’t know what to do with the regrets I’d acquired before Christ, I was even more clueless about how to think about the regrets I accumulated after I’d come to faith in Jesus. Despite my best efforts to follow him faithfully, my faith was (and is!) full of growing pains and moments of clumsy regression. [Read more]

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