A few months ago I was invited to serve as speaker and worship leader for a student service project in London, alongside 75 other teenagers and adult leaders. The invitation came
Ah, the innocence of youth. There’s a powerful myth that we all believed as children; not of Santa Claus or The Tooth Fairy or The Great Pumpkin or Sea Monkeys. It’s the one
Every year at this time my news feed is filled with Christians making their yearly declaration of disdain for Halloween; listing off the supposedly sanctified reasons why they’re opting-out and
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll have gay children. I’m not sure if other parents think about this, but I do; quite often. Maybe it’s because I have many gay people
A few months ago I was invited to serve as speaker and worship leader for a student service project in London, alongside 75 other teenagers and adult leaders. The invitation came
Ah, the innocence of youth. There’s a powerful myth that we all believed as children; not of Santa Claus or The Tooth Fairy or The Great Pumpkin or Sea Monkeys. It’s the one
Every year at this time my news feed is filled with Christians making their yearly declaration of disdain for Halloween; listing off the supposedly sanctified reasons why they’re opting-out and
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll have gay children. I’m not sure if other parents think about this, but I do; quite often. Maybe it’s because I have many gay people