Let me do you a favor, and relieve you of a weight you’ve probably unfairly carried for most of your adult life; one that’s inextricably tied to a pervasive, common, and
I tend to believe that most people who reject Jesus, don’t reject Jesus. They reject the strangely distorted version of him they experience through the lives of too many Christians.
This past weekend, I did what I’ve done most Sunday nights for the past 16 years; I shared space with a group of teenagers; lots of them. On a
Way back in the Middle Ages when I was teenager, when I would say something particularly disrespectful or snarky to my mom, (which sadly, looking back, was far too frequently),
Let me do you a favor, and relieve you of a weight you’ve probably unfairly carried for most of your adult life; one that’s inextricably tied to a pervasive, common, and
I tend to believe that most people who reject Jesus, don’t reject Jesus. They reject the strangely distorted version of him they experience through the lives of too many Christians.
This past weekend, I did what I’ve done most Sunday nights for the past 16 years; I shared space with a group of teenagers; lots of them. On a
Way back in the Middle Ages when I was teenager, when I would say something particularly disrespectful or snarky to my mom, (which sadly, looking back, was far too frequently),