One of my great joys is serving as honorary pastor for a private Facebook group of thousands of moms with LGBTQ children. These amazing women (who refer to themselves as
Yesterday I said something careless to my ten-year old son, Noah. He’d been playing outside with his six year-old sister and she’d gotten hurt. In my knee-jerk response to her sobbing I
The Church is hurting and as all too often is the case, this wound is self-inflicted. It’s familiar friendly fire; an injury we are doing to ourselves over and over and over
The other day a good friend said to me, “You seem really angry lately.” The tone and delivery of his words implied that this must simply be a perception management issue, a message
One of my great joys is serving as honorary pastor for a private Facebook group of thousands of moms with LGBTQ children. These amazing women (who refer to themselves as
Yesterday I said something careless to my ten-year old son, Noah. He’d been playing outside with his six year-old sister and she’d gotten hurt. In my knee-jerk response to her sobbing I
The Church is hurting and as all too often is the case, this wound is self-inflicted. It’s familiar friendly fire; an injury we are doing to ourselves over and over and over
The other day a good friend said to me, “You seem really angry lately.” The tone and delivery of his words implied that this must simply be a perception management issue, a message