
A Funeral for My Christianity
“You seem really angry lately.” Someone said that to me recently—and at first it really pissed me off. I instantly mounted a spirited, vigorous defense laying out the reasons she had assessed me

“You seem really angry lately.” Someone said that to me recently—and at first it really pissed me off. I instantly mounted a spirited, vigorous defense laying out the reasons she had assessed me

If you’re out there and you’re wondering whether or not you’re a man, there’s a fairly reliable test: If you watched last night’s Presidential debate and didn’t see the gender double

I know lots of loud Christians, though these days I am finding too many of them are selectively loud. They live at a high volume and know no inside voice—but only when it

Imagine you’re at home and the phone rings. It’s your wife or your son or your father, telling you they have car trouble and they’re stuck in the middle of the

“You seem really angry lately.” Someone said that to me recently—and at first it really pissed me off. I instantly mounted a spirited, vigorous defense laying out the reasons she had assessed me

If you’re out there and you’re wondering whether or not you’re a man, there’s a fairly reliable test: If you watched last night’s Presidential debate and didn’t see the gender double

I know lots of loud Christians, though these days I am finding too many of them are selectively loud. They live at a high volume and know no inside voice—but only when it

Imagine you’re at home and the phone rings. It’s your wife or your son or your father, telling you they have car trouble and they’re stuck in the middle of the