For the hard days.
Words. About church and all the people that belong inside.
A devotion for my lonely heart and chaotic mind.
Thoughts about a God who died in weakness.
My first kiss was at church camp.
Fourth grade me, sixth grade me, and the growth of shame.
A story about love. The first part, at least.
Why are we waiting?
The newest translation.
Is our theology complete? No.
How does Wendell do it?
God uses our pain.
Two groups claim to be Christian but hold opposite views. Are we still one faith?
I’ve got some amazing and faithful men in my life. But the news of pastors stepping down has made me question a lot recently. I’m sharing this because I hope it helps others process too.
The title says it all.
Creativity + Christianity + Fruit Gushers Commercials = $UCCE$$
If you believe I’m perfect, will you believe in God?
It’s in your handwriting and your hand on my shoulder. I love you, Mom.
Sometimes I'm just floored by my friends (and by Bob Goff's new book...out soon!).
Today I realized God doesn't need us cleaned up and pretty before we can talk.
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