“True… lengthy, but true.” I received this comment on one of my blog posts this week. The post was less than 700 words long. That’s 5 Tweets. The stranger’s sentiments worried me when I saw
Many years ago, as part of my freshman orientation during the first week of college in inner-city Philadelphia, someone from the school took out a map and showed us all the “rough
I need to confess something: I don’t know what to pray today. I’m a Christian. I’m a pastor. I get it. I know all the Scripture passages. I know
Recently, a straight Christian couple in Australia vowed to divorce if gay marriage is legalized there. While few people go to such extreme and public lengths in protest, they aren’t
“True… lengthy, but true.” I received this comment on one of my blog posts this week. The post was less than 700 words long. That’s 5 Tweets. The stranger’s sentiments worried me when I saw
Many years ago, as part of my freshman orientation during the first week of college in inner-city Philadelphia, someone from the school took out a map and showed us all the “rough
I need to confess something: I don’t know what to pray today. I’m a Christian. I’m a pastor. I get it. I know all the Scripture passages. I know
Recently, a straight Christian couple in Australia vowed to divorce if gay marriage is legalized there. While few people go to such extreme and public lengths in protest, they aren’t