There’s something all writers know, something that those who don’t write will never truly understand: To write, is to bleed. The act of regularly opening yourself up in full view of
For a while now, I’ve witnessed my Evangelical Christian brothers and sisters bowing at the sacred altar of Ronda Rousey. I’ve watched them genuflect in reverence at her growing legacy of domination in
Life. At times we all find ourselves compelled to vigorously defend it, while at other times showing complete and willful ambivalence toward it. There is for each of us an alarm that
Pastor, be brave. Believe me, I know it isn’t easy. I never wanted to be a pastor myself. Twenty years ago I was drafted, pulled into ministry later in life while
There’s something all writers know, something that those who don’t write will never truly understand: To write, is to bleed. The act of regularly opening yourself up in full view of
For a while now, I’ve witnessed my Evangelical Christian brothers and sisters bowing at the sacred altar of Ronda Rousey. I’ve watched them genuflect in reverence at her growing legacy of domination in
Life. At times we all find ourselves compelled to vigorously defend it, while at other times showing complete and willful ambivalence toward it. There is for each of us an alarm that
Pastor, be brave. Believe me, I know it isn’t easy. I never wanted to be a pastor myself. Twenty years ago I was drafted, pulled into ministry later in life while