I am a sword-slinger. My weapon of choice is sarcasm. I like to swagger into a tense situation and slash through my opponent’s heart with a sharp word. After all, I am a writer. For years, I considered it my responsibility to fight for the tender-hearted underdog in my family. I was called to defend the helpless by bickering with a bully at our dinner table. Every conversation was an epic battle. I wanted to right a wrong, but my verbal sparring techniques only created more conflict and confusion. I wasn’t winning any wars or changing a thing. My superpowers were sorely lacking. I thought my relative needed to reform, but God wanted to refine me. The apocalyptic arguments at our family gatherings finally ended when I cried out to Christ and begged Him to fight this battle on Continue Reading