Many of us have scars. Some are internal, and some are visible. Bad things have happened to us. People and institutions have wounded us deeply. And many of us walk around under a heavy blanket of shame due to the awful experiences we have endured. But in the past five years, during recovery from my […]
On Father’s Day 2017, I had the incredible honor of speaking at Unity of Birmingham on the truth about parenting, recovery, and messy grace. The title of my talk is, “Eat Your Heart Out, James Dobson,” and I got really honest for a few minutes as we discussed the messiness of life, faith, parenting, and more. I […]
In Episode 010 of the #AskSteveAustin Podcast, I tackle the idea that our humanity matters more than our religious labels. More than any other episode, this one is all about messy grace. In conversation, people tend to struggle with the idea that I’m a former pastor. For them, the concept of former means I must […]
I’m left in awe that God, in all of His splendor and majesty and beauty and purity somehow finds grace for the father who rapes his daughter. The mother who breaks her child’s arm in a drug-induced rage. The teenager who has a stupid one-night stand and lets that boy talk her into killing her innocent baby. For the grandfather who never has time for his family.
The insanity of GOD is that grace is available, equally for them. And for me. Not subpar grace. Not heavenly leftovers. Full, unending, marvelous, matchless, messy grace.
I was recently invited for an interview by a woman I’ve never met before. Sure, we’ve conversed over Twitter from time-to-time, but all I really knew about Erika before we sat down is that she is an atheist and she has DID (dissociative disorder). What could we possibly have in common? Well, friends, more than you […]
It’s who you are that counts. Your worship to God is the way you live. A few years ago, I would have ignored, shunned, and been disgusted by the scene that unfolded that night at the gas pump. The journey toward authentic faith became real for me in that moment.
The most effective way to destroy prejudice is by sharing tangible love, one opportunity or person at a time. If my Sunday morning song service doesn’t match my response to a gay guy at the gas pump, I’m in trouble.
“My own words echo back down, Like rain on my head, And I wonder if God is even listening, or if He cares. If She is even there.” -from my journal Everything is prayer. The truth is, I haven’t prayed in months. I wonder if it’s all glass up there. Cries for help, for deeper […]