As a young Christian stumbling on James 3:2, I remember feeling relieved. You mean all I have to do to achieve moral perfection is get
One morning I looked at my five-pound bag of potatoes that were not getting any fresher and thought, “How about some potato salad?” I wasn’t getting good vibes from any of my newer books with large four-color photos and random narratives, so I turned to a familiar and trusted source: our church cookbook.
