
The Church Worth Coming Back To (A Message For The Left-Out)
Last year I found myself in frigid, uncharted waters. For the first Sunday in 17 years, I was not on staff at a local church; waking-up without a group of students and families

Last year I found myself in frigid, uncharted waters. For the first Sunday in 17 years, I was not on staff at a local church; waking-up without a group of students and families

Mangina. Feminazi. Learning new words can be… fun. Last week I shared a few thoughts about men, and about the need for us to take personal responsibility regarding our interactions with

Last weekend we decided to take a spontaneous Saturday trip to the beach, as we’ve recently moved to within a two-hour drive of the North Carolina coast. We woke-up, tossed the

Losing my father was devastating. It was destination-changing. It was foundation-rattling. It was heart-altering. Yet this profound sense of loss (which is as raw and fresh as in the first few months),

Last year I found myself in frigid, uncharted waters. For the first Sunday in 17 years, I was not on staff at a local church; waking-up without a group of students and families

Mangina. Feminazi. Learning new words can be… fun. Last week I shared a few thoughts about men, and about the need for us to take personal responsibility regarding our interactions with

Last weekend we decided to take a spontaneous Saturday trip to the beach, as we’ve recently moved to within a two-hour drive of the North Carolina coast. We woke-up, tossed the

Losing my father was devastating. It was destination-changing. It was foundation-rattling. It was heart-altering. Yet this profound sense of loss (which is as raw and fresh as in the first few months),