Fellow believer, here’s how we must deal with shame

I used to work at a grocery store meat department when I was in college, and one day, I started chatting with a young woman and her little girl. Her daughter had a rotten tooth and — I don’t know what I was thinking — I smiled and said: “Looks like somebody needs to brush her teeth!” The mom glared at me and said: “Looks like somebody needs to learn their manners.” A few days later, I saw the lady and her daughter at the grocery store and I apologized. Both the woman and her daughter were gracious and forgave…

Clawing Away at our Brokenness

When I was a teenager, I was grateful that I had few zits on my face.  I hated, however, the fact that I had them all over my back. It was a social hazard to go swimming or change my shirt around other teens.  I couldn’t bear the thought of my peers seeing my acne-covered back and being grossed out by me.  So I did the only thing I knew to effectively get rid of it: I baked my fair skin in the sun until it burned.