The conversation needs to shift from trying to convince each other to a pragmatic discussion of where we go from here.
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By one account, thunder peeled in loud claps—then rain showers—but as soon as it appeared it peacefully went away, a rainbow appeared overhead, and this feeling of calm came over Carl.
As our society dives deeper into a digital world, the church has an opportunity to directly address what is unseen.
We, as believers in Jesus, in the church, are people who are called to action. Yet we all have unique backgrounds, and we come from a variety of ethnicities.
I can choose to hit each note precisely and be on my own or I can elect to more or less sing the right notes in a kind of approximate way but at least be singing along with the others.
The church is a community of vulnerability. And God intends that to be our strength.
It was mid-December. We were all waiting. But we weren't waiting like the rest of the world.
The measures churches have implemented to protect people are largely reactionary, not preventative. How do you hedge against a sin that originates in the human heart?
Babel is, after all, the key narrative to which we can trace the origins of our current predicament of globalization.
I wonder if the faithfulness required of us, as we wait for our wedding feast to begin, is a kind of political chastity.
I felt badly about throwing away so many things, but I had to remind myself: it is not my fault my ancestors kept these things. I am not responsible to inherit all my mother’s belongings.
Sometimes we plant seeds that will take so long to grow that we know we won’t be alive to reap the benefit of their eventual shade and strength.
Conflicts, disappointments or boredom can begin to accumulate and you find yourself asking the question: When is it time to leave?
As Protestant believers worked harder to distance themselves from Catholicism, I think they left behind some important ways of understanding God.
Even for those who suffer chronically, God gives, uplifts, and strengthens. Moreover, he uses this suffering to advance the kingdom in mysterious ways.
By now there’s a good chance you’ve heard of the horrific discovery at the home of the recently deceased abortion provider, Dr. Ulrich “George” Klopfer.
The idea that Fox News-watching religious Republican voters are a stand-in for all evangelicals is ludicrous.
When we lack unity, or at the very least, mutual respect, as people of faith we lose our saltiness, and our light grows dim.
I know what it’s like to be in a pastor’s family when called to a new church. This past year, I’ve gained new perspective going through a pastoral transition from the congregation’s side.
I recall the days when “Grape Road” was lined with cornfields and farmsteads. Now it’s a continuous three-mile strip of commercialism.
While his statement is not true of all Christian communities, his more than 20-year experience in his particular mega church circle is that people avoid these complicated topics.
As I looked into the inner abyss of my soul, I saw an unfree self, chained together with an old friend, the pleaser identity.
My work has restored and strengthened my Christian faith. It has expanded my worldview and ignited my life with passion and purpose.
We live in a spiritual warfare that has become intricately complicated and multi-layered. But the essence of this warfare, the main battlefield, is still about truth versus falsehood.