It is a terrifying thing to possess a notebook full of flawless theology and a heart entirely devoid of grace. We love the high-altitude air of profound doctrine. We love to debate the nuances of justification, the sovereignty of God, and the eschatological timelines of the coming kingdom. But in Hebrews 13, the writer violently drags us out of the clouds and down into the dirt of our everyday lives. What good is an immaculate doctrine of the atonement if you are quietly destroying your marriage? What good is a robust theology of God’s providence if you are consumed by financial covetousness?