
Show Them the Ocean (A Challenge to Christians and to the Church)
Going to the beach is like meeting God. There’s that moment when you make your way down the path that cuts through the dunes. As you walk further, the quiet

Going to the beach is like meeting God. There’s that moment when you make your way down the path that cuts through the dunes. As you walk further, the quiet

I’m going to Hell. I know this, because lots of religious people regularly make this quite clear to me. My beliefs about the Bible, my full affirmation of the LGBTQ community,

I have a fear of sharks. Let me amend that for accuracy: I have a completely irrational fear of sharks. It’s all Steven Spielberg’s fault. After seeing Jaws as a child, I

I was already thirty minutes into an ever-intensifying conversation with my then Senior Pastor, about the many LGBTQ students in our student ministry who were clearly becoming a source of

Going to the beach is like meeting God. There’s that moment when you make your way down the path that cuts through the dunes. As you walk further, the quiet

I’m going to Hell. I know this, because lots of religious people regularly make this quite clear to me. My beliefs about the Bible, my full affirmation of the LGBTQ community,

I have a fear of sharks. Let me amend that for accuracy: I have a completely irrational fear of sharks. It’s all Steven Spielberg’s fault. After seeing Jaws as a child, I

I was already thirty minutes into an ever-intensifying conversation with my then Senior Pastor, about the many LGBTQ students in our student ministry who were clearly becoming a source of