Why Prayer Is A Really Lousy Middle Finger
March 12, 2015
Let’s say that I’m looking to get away with murder. If I have a cute, fuzzy, smiley face pillow, and in a reckless fit of rage use it to suffocate someone, killing them
Let’s say that I’m looking to get away with murder. If I have a cute, fuzzy, smiley face pillow, and in a reckless fit of rage use it to suffocate someone, killing them
Dear Youth Pastor, I get you. I mean, I totally get you. I’ve spent nearly the last two decades neck-deep in the loud, stinking, glorious, electrifying trenches of
One day, a boy was walking through the town with his father, just as they did every Sunday morning. He so enjoyed their walks. The boy held his father’s hand as they traveled from
“I want blood.” “It’s time to nuke the whole damn area.” “We need to turn the Middle East into a parking lot.” “Burn every last one of ’em.” These aren’t
Let’s say that I’m looking to get away with murder. If I have a cute, fuzzy, smiley face pillow, and in a reckless fit of rage use it to suffocate someone, killing them
Dear Youth Pastor, I get you. I mean, I totally get you. I’ve spent nearly the last two decades neck-deep in the loud, stinking, glorious, electrifying trenches of
One day, a boy was walking through the town with his father, just as they did every Sunday morning. He so enjoyed their walks. The boy held his father’s hand as they traveled from
“I want blood.” “It’s time to nuke the whole damn area.” “We need to turn the Middle East into a parking lot.” “Burn every last one of ’em.” These aren’t