If you don’t like what’s happening in the Church, what are you doing about it? That’s the familiar refrain I hear from Christians who take offense at criticisms of the religious institution
Some days have a way of clarifying your calling; of reminding you just why you say what you say and do what you do and are who you are. Today
Let them eat cake. And their pizza. And their pride. And their words. And their fake persecution. And their showy religion. Let them who claimeth faith, sucketh it up and
“If you died tonight, do you know where you’d go?” For the last few decades, Evangelical Christians have been tossing out that eternity-bombshell question to youth rooms filled with petrified teenagers, to packed
If you don’t like what’s happening in the Church, what are you doing about it? That’s the familiar refrain I hear from Christians who take offense at criticisms of the religious institution
Some days have a way of clarifying your calling; of reminding you just why you say what you say and do what you do and are who you are. Today
Let them eat cake. And their pizza. And their pride. And their words. And their fake persecution. And their showy religion. Let them who claimeth faith, sucketh it up and
“If you died tonight, do you know where you’d go?” For the last few decades, Evangelical Christians have been tossing out that eternity-bombshell question to youth rooms filled with petrified teenagers, to packed