Take a look at the clever and funny ways these animals stay cool in the summer.

My hope is that the church will hold onto what is good, true, and beautiful while calling out what is base, false, and ugly.

Imagining all the social media “likes” the image will get fuels my drive to share why that sign and sentiments like it continue to marginalize my son.

I think this “three-legged stool” of home, church, and school is now cracked and wobbly because we are neglecting discipleship and instruction as a result of our preference for absorbing the world’s culture rather than transforming it.

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I sometimes find myself scrolling mindlessly through my social media accounts. I think that’s a problem. Would you agree?

In light of Mother’s Day, let’s take stock of how women have changed the world.

Our beliefs might change because of changes in knowledge and understanding in the world around us.

When through our words we reduce a person made in God’s image into an object of derision in our minds and hearts, we have made them less human.

Discipleship is not merely about endorsing a set of propositions or confessional statements.

One of the things God designed trees to do is to affect the ground in different ways.

“For the sake of future siblings and the comfort of your family, place George in an institution and forget you ever had him.”

우리의 말을 통해서 우리가 하나님의 형상으로 창조된 사람들을 축소시키고 우리 마음 속에서 조롱의 대상으로 삼을 때, 우리는 그들을 사람보다 못한 존재로 만드는 것입니다

After 54 years of zestful living, the remainder of my brother’s life was now defined by this sentence.

U.S. law generally allows for the ownership of firearms for purposes of self-defense (much less so in Canada). Whether we as Christians should exercise that right is a harder question.

Taking up my cross means accepting all the pain and injustice and misery life imposes on me as I attempt to be a faithful follower of Jesus.

Some think we have double standards or even some sort of reverse discrimination. The real reason, however, is a lot more innocuous.

Even for us today, the darkness of Christ crucified remains mystifying. In the cross, God no longer makes sense to us.

When my adoptive mother died, the process of mourning was short. In fact, half of the family, including me, didn’t even go to the lunch after the burial.

God is not indifferent or uncaring, but perhaps his silence is there for a reason. Wilderness moments are important spaces that force us to shift our understanding of God and make us more conscious of him.

My siblings and I can’t seem to agree on end-of-life decisions for our parents, and they do not have a living will. How do we find consensus, if not agreement?

I have discovered that in the land of the lonely, one has an immense wardrobe of masks. It makes me wonder what the true face underneath is.

In a sense, I had embraced All Lives Matter as a movement many years ago.