I’m Saying Goodbye to White Jesus
July 12, 2016
Growing-up I had an image of Jesus; I’m talking about a literal picture that graced our family room, my Catholic school hallways, and the homes of most of the Christians I
Growing-up I had an image of Jesus; I’m talking about a literal picture that graced our family room, my Catholic school hallways, and the homes of most of the Christians I
I’m so tired of Christian prayers. I imagine God is too. I’m quite certain the people we so readily say that we’re praying for are tired of them: Praying for
A new Church is coming, or rather with each passing day it is becoming; person by person being renovated. Heart by heart it is waking up. For a long time
To paraphrase P.T. Barnum, “There’s a sucker born again every minute.” Two years ago, according to a roomful of dewy-eyed pastors and fawning televangelists who met behind closed doors with GOP
Growing-up I had an image of Jesus; I’m talking about a literal picture that graced our family room, my Catholic school hallways, and the homes of most of the Christians I
I’m so tired of Christian prayers. I imagine God is too. I’m quite certain the people we so readily say that we’re praying for are tired of them: Praying for
A new Church is coming, or rather with each passing day it is becoming; person by person being renovated. Heart by heart it is waking up. For a long time
To paraphrase P.T. Barnum, “There’s a sucker born again every minute.” Two years ago, according to a roomful of dewy-eyed pastors and fawning televangelists who met behind closed doors with GOP