Hate is a horribly powerful thing. It has a way of infiltrating the heart like a Cancer; hardening it, darkening it, destroying it. When someone submits to rage, when they are
I may not know you but I know something about you. I know that you’re hurting. I know that you’ve been bruised and battered and wounded, that you’re reeling from the hits and
“TAPOUT FOR JESUS!” Yes,” I thought to myself, “that’s actually what he’s saying.” A few years ago, I took my students to a neighboring church as part of a partnership between their student
Guns don’t kill people; people kill people. Invariably, whenever I state my personal objections to guns, and the reasons why my individual understanding of my faith won’t allow me to
Hate is a horribly powerful thing. It has a way of infiltrating the heart like a Cancer; hardening it, darkening it, destroying it. When someone submits to rage, when they are
I may not know you but I know something about you. I know that you’re hurting. I know that you’ve been bruised and battered and wounded, that you’re reeling from the hits and
“TAPOUT FOR JESUS!” Yes,” I thought to myself, “that’s actually what he’s saying.” A few years ago, I took my students to a neighboring church as part of a partnership between their student
Guns don’t kill people; people kill people. Invariably, whenever I state my personal objections to guns, and the reasons why my individual understanding of my faith won’t allow me to