I don’t understand Christians who love guns. I don’t mean Christians who own guns or use guns or even like guns, but those who champion them, glorify them, flaunt them, cheerlead for
“You really need to blog.” I remember someone saying that to me not long ago. “I do?”, I asked myself. Almost immediately I excitedly responded back: “Why yes… I do… I DO
Trayvon Martin was killed twice. Once at the hands of one stranger with a gun, in a Florida street. Then, by the words of millions of strangers, in blogs and
I don’t understand Christians who love guns. I don’t mean Christians who own guns or use guns or even like guns, but those who champion them, glorify them, flaunt them, cheerlead for
“You really need to blog.” I remember someone saying that to me not long ago. “I do?”, I asked myself. Almost immediately I excitedly responded back: “Why yes… I do… I DO
Trayvon Martin was killed twice. Once at the hands of one stranger with a gun, in a Florida street. Then, by the words of millions of strangers, in blogs and