Not only do the times change—the times change us. Every day we are gradually altered by the world; by what we see or experience, by the people we cross paths with,
Lately I find myself looking at Christians out there in the world, and more often than not wondering what on earth they think they’re doing: I see them badgering the
Horrible people reveal themselves in crisis. In the crucible of urgency they expose their own toxic hearts. Just moments after the deadly London terrorist attacks this past week, Donald Trump
Growing-up in the Church, I was taught that the worst thing one could be was a non-believer; that nothing was as tragic as a doomed soul that condemned itself by
Not only do the times change—the times change us. Every day we are gradually altered by the world; by what we see or experience, by the people we cross paths with,
Lately I find myself looking at Christians out there in the world, and more often than not wondering what on earth they think they’re doing: I see them badgering the
Horrible people reveal themselves in crisis. In the crucible of urgency they expose their own toxic hearts. Just moments after the deadly London terrorist attacks this past week, Donald Trump
Growing-up in the Church, I was taught that the worst thing one could be was a non-believer; that nothing was as tragic as a doomed soul that condemned itself by