Now this was a nightmare… I was a year or so into my career as a student pastor, carelessly bounding through the twisting cornstalk caverns on a crisp Fall evening in
The modern Church is badly broken. It’s not broken simply because it is filled with flawed, failing human beings. That is certainly true but this has always been the case, and yet the Church
The cliché is familiar to most of us: a steel jawed, gun wielding, bicep exposing father, sending the intimidating message to all young male suitors hoping to date his precious princess—that this
Pain in the present can blind you. It can obscure the future so fully that you’re no longer able to believe anything beautiful is still possible, that joy is ever going to be
Now this was a nightmare… I was a year or so into my career as a student pastor, carelessly bounding through the twisting cornstalk caverns on a crisp Fall evening in
The modern Church is badly broken. It’s not broken simply because it is filled with flawed, failing human beings. That is certainly true but this has always been the case, and yet the Church
The cliché is familiar to most of us: a steel jawed, gun wielding, bicep exposing father, sending the intimidating message to all young male suitors hoping to date his precious princess—that this
Pain in the present can blind you. It can obscure the future so fully that you’re no longer able to believe anything beautiful is still possible, that joy is ever going to be