
The Church of Not Being Horrible
I’m tired. I’m tired of professed Christians preaching a Jesus that they seem to have no interest at all in emulating; of religious people being a loud, loveless noise in

I’m tired. I’m tired of professed Christians preaching a Jesus that they seem to have no interest at all in emulating; of religious people being a loud, loveless noise in

Are we great yet, America? I’ve been wondering if we’re here; if this is the supposed greatness he was talking about, the kind his supporters were forecasting, the kind their

I am a Christian. I am a Christian and I am not a Republican. Contrary to some reports, I am not a mythical creature relegated to story books and fanciful campfire

Every day I pass a cemetery driving to and from our house, often several times in an afternoon. Some days I notice it, but most days it’s part of the great

I’m tired. I’m tired of professed Christians preaching a Jesus that they seem to have no interest at all in emulating; of religious people being a loud, loveless noise in

Are we great yet, America? I’ve been wondering if we’re here; if this is the supposed greatness he was talking about, the kind his supporters were forecasting, the kind their

I am a Christian. I am a Christian and I am not a Republican. Contrary to some reports, I am not a mythical creature relegated to story books and fanciful campfire

Every day I pass a cemetery driving to and from our house, often several times in an afternoon. Some days I notice it, but most days it’s part of the great