Gummy Bears for Breakfast
I’ll admit it. I’ve been proud, arrogant and probably a little bit stupid. Blame it on seminary. Blame it on being raised in the church. Or, more likely, blame it on my tendency to float towards pharisaic tendencies. But, for the longest time, I have rejected the idea of devotions. All I needed was the Bible. One verse, a story and a sentence prayer wasn’t going to cut it for me. I needed meat. I…