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
“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
Five months ago I sat down on a quiet Wednesday morning to write this blog post, sharing how I would respond if I found out that my children were gay. My hope was
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
“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
Five months ago I sat down on a quiet Wednesday morning to write this blog post, sharing how I would respond if I found out that my children were gay. My hope was