The Lost Children of Suburbia
I write this message tonight from the mission field. Conditions here are rough. The climate is hostile, the environment is spiritually dead, and the people are hard-hearted. Every day I
I write this message tonight from the mission field. Conditions here are rough. The climate is hostile, the environment is spiritually dead, and the people are hard-hearted. Every day I
Last night I attended a concert by one of the biggest worship bands on the planet. They had a tour stop in a local church not far from here. I
Good Morning Pastor, I know we’ve never met, but I’m writing to you about my daughter, Selah. (You know, Selah; she’s that silly 7th grader in your youth group; the
Sometimes I look around and ask questions as a Christian, sometimes as a father and sometimes as a pastor. (and some days, the three of us get together and agree on
I write this message tonight from the mission field. Conditions here are rough. The climate is hostile, the environment is spiritually dead, and the people are hard-hearted. Every day I
Last night I attended a concert by one of the biggest worship bands on the planet. They had a tour stop in a local church not far from here. I
Good Morning Pastor, I know we’ve never met, but I’m writing to you about my daughter, Selah. (You know, Selah; she’s that silly 7th grader in your youth group; the
Sometimes I look around and ask questions as a Christian, sometimes as a father and sometimes as a pastor. (and some days, the three of us get together and agree on