Look around you. Take a glance at your social media feeds. Watch the news. Listen to people. Hear the strained weariness in their voices. Look at their faces. See the tightness
I still remember the day I chose to be heterosexual. It was the fourth grade. I was 10 years old and I already knew all about girls. I knew to take
Note from John: I’m very fortunate that I have a venue for my voice to be heard, and realize that most people do not. As a pastor, I spend a great deal
I always pray differently on the tarmac. Every time I get onto a plane, invariably something happens: I ponder my mortality. Forget that I’m far more likely to die falling in
Look around you. Take a glance at your social media feeds. Watch the news. Listen to people. Hear the strained weariness in their voices. Look at their faces. See the tightness
I still remember the day I chose to be heterosexual. It was the fourth grade. I was 10 years old and I already knew all about girls. I knew to take
Note from John: I’m very fortunate that I have a venue for my voice to be heard, and realize that most people do not. As a pastor, I spend a great deal
I always pray differently on the tarmac. Every time I get onto a plane, invariably something happens: I ponder my mortality. Forget that I’m far more likely to die falling in