"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
In churches across America, a quiet but consequential conversation is unfolding. It often begins with a question—sometimes whispered, sometimes posted publicly on social media....
Society is bombarding our kids with these messages anyway, so I’d rather them learn the Christ-centered truth from me than the culturally skewed perspective from peers and the media.
"I was holding a newborn, the symbol of all that is fresh and new and pure, and still I was death-ruminating. It was embarrassing, and paralyzing, and made a lovely cocktail of dysfunction when mixed with the fresh sting of grief."
"Take your list and check off those attributes before you go pointing fingers at one another in the name of Jesus and being a better Christian than your neighbor.”
