So Where’s the Fruit? Thoughts on John 15 and the Sower and Seed
“I want more fruit, Lord. I want much fruit.” My prayer ran more or less along the lines of that vague reference to John 15. It was summer, and my parents’ blueberry bushes groaned with fruit. I was jealous. In the Love of Christ, my roots ran as...Sin? Holiness? Legalism? Hypocrisy? Defining Terms
One of the most memorable Peanuts comic strips to me in my childhood ran something like this: Linus was complaining about how Lucy always harassed him. Charlie Brown: Next time, get her to define her terms. Lucy (later, to Linus): You’re fat! Linus: Fat? I’m...Replying to One Who Says Christians Should Have No Rights
I didn’t know, back when I passively accepted some of these false teachings—it didn’t even occur to me what the grim outworking, the rotten fruit, would be. But now . . . I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it in the lives of people I love. In some Christian circles people are...Reflections on my 57th Birthday: Stepping Heavenward
When I was sixteen, my mother put an ancient plain-covered hardback book in my hands, wanting me to read it. It had the most boring title ever, Stepping Heavenward. This was her book when she was young, she said. I groaned inwardly. Did I mention that it was ancient?...
I’m Rebecca Davis, a trauma-informed writer, book coach, speaker, compassionate witness, prayer minister, and lover of Jesus who lives in Greenville, South Carolina.
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