Dear World, I’m A Christian, But…
September 10, 2015
I am a Christian. I have a hard time saying that lately, because I know what you’re probably thinking about me the moment I do. You watch the news and you see
I am a Christian. I have a hard time saying that lately, because I know what you’re probably thinking about me the moment I do. You watch the news and you see
If this were a prize fight, organized Christianity wouldn’t quite be knocked out yet, but it would certainly be on the ropes and we’d be way behind on points coming to
“This isn’t about guns at all. People who want to be violent will always be violent. This isn’t a gun problem, it’s a heart problem.” Stop. You and I both
For a while now, I’ve witnessed my Evangelical Christian brothers and sisters bowing at the sacred altar of Ronda Rousey. I’ve watched them genuflect in reverence at her growing legacy of domination in
I am a Christian. I have a hard time saying that lately, because I know what you’re probably thinking about me the moment I do. You watch the news and you see
If this were a prize fight, organized Christianity wouldn’t quite be knocked out yet, but it would certainly be on the ropes and we’d be way behind on points coming to
“This isn’t about guns at all. People who want to be violent will always be violent. This isn’t a gun problem, it’s a heart problem.” Stop. You and I both
For a while now, I’ve witnessed my Evangelical Christian brothers and sisters bowing at the sacred altar of Ronda Rousey. I’ve watched them genuflect in reverence at her growing legacy of domination in