That bit o'butter wasn't pure. I could fix it easily enough, though. I carved away the blemishes, flicking them from the point of the knife into the porcelain sink, an abyss housing a monster that waited to grind our garbage to oblivion. I felt as clever as a surgeon, or a high priest.


When we become Christians, we don't merely choose an eternity in heaven over hell. Rather, we are "born again"; like a newborn child, each of us enters into a new life that we fully inhabit, day-in and day-out. God desires that we pursue a relationship with him every day, in all aspects of life. When we try to live daily life for the sake of his glory, he deems it sacred.

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