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
“John, it’s not an overstatement to say that I have zero interest in ministering to people.” “Wait, did he just say that?” I wondered to myself, trying to hold my poker
Christian, I see how angry you are, how consumed you are, how relentless you are, how myopic you’ve grown, how bitter you’ve become—and it saddens me. It grieves me deeply to see you
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
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
“John, it’s not an overstatement to say that I have zero interest in ministering to people.” “Wait, did he just say that?” I wondered to myself, trying to hold my poker
Christian, I see how angry you are, how consumed you are, how relentless you are, how myopic you’ve grown, how bitter you’ve become—and it saddens me. It grieves me deeply to see you
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