Don't Go Phishing with Thieves
Our Place in the Story

I Check All the Boxes


I am every man.
I embody every extreme.

I am the plundered poor.
I am the plunderer.

I am he who treasures and keeps the Word.
I am he who wanders.

I am guarded.
I am he, from whom the guarded must be protected.

I am pure and I am vile.

I am all in one - a complete package.

I am beloved .
I am grateful.
I need and receive grace.

At every punctuation mark of this precious Word,
I see myself.
I identify.

I do so, reluctantly.

God, you have done so, in Jesus, intentionally and redemptively.

Today, I shall rather be plundered than plunder.

I shall prefer to be defrauded than to defraud.

Let me not exalt vileness.

Let me not wander.

May I cherish that which is precious and ...
May I live in the grace that is freely given.

Thank you for another day to learn to learn ...
To embrace your truth and to be transformed by it.
Of all the people I know,

I desperately need it.

" The words of the LORD are pure words,
like silver refined in a furnace on the ground,
purified seven times."
"You, O LORD, will keep them;
you will guard us from this generation forever.
On every side the wicked prowl,
as vileness is exalted among the children of man."
- Psalm 12:6-8 ESV