Is there something that calls your name? Relentless and seeming sweet, it will cast no blame. It lures and pushes our buttons inside; when we run to it, it seems like a good place to hide. It produces destruction, trouble, and pain; but we obey its voice again and again.
There seems to be no rescuing light, especially when our friends are in the same plight. The chains become heavier, the guilt and shame rage. How do we live in this terrible cage?
This circle is deadly, it will bring us no rest; but there is a Savior who was put to the test.
He suffered as we do, yet without any crime. He bore...
