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.
On the heels of the California food festival mass shooting in Gilroy, two more senseless shootings occurred within roughly twelve hours of each other over the weekend in El Paso, Texas and Dayton, Ohio.
Attending synod is an exciting opportunity, especially as a young adult representative. But synod can also be intimidating. Here are some tips to get you through.
It hurts to be unknown while being singled out only for my disabilities. And it is this feeling of being unknown that I want to use as a catalyst for change and personal growth.
Stories of a previous generation help the next to see the flesh and blood of humanity.
How do we curb the ability of individuals to take the Bible and seem to use it to advance any and every idea and agenda?
What if, in the dance that is our life, God performs an aerial? In that moment, all we have is his hands holding us up while we go flying and the room spins around us.
As we grab hold of old toys, games, and photos, we reminisce about stories that have shaped us over the past decade. We’ve found ourselves echoing Marie Kondo’s phrase about only keeping that which “sparks joy.”
Praying for the president has gotten an unusual amount of press lately.