Every day I meet professed Christians treating LGBTQ people like garbage and trying to convince me that God is making them. You can always tell when people of faith want
Christians supporting Donald Trump are the most morally confused people I’ve ever met. They are profoundly spiritually disoriented. Though their disorientation began much earlier in the Presidential campaign, as day
America could really use a President right now. I have this thought more often than I care to consider. I have it again today. As the funeral for Senator John
I’m getting sick of bad news. More accurately, I’m getting sick from bad news. I don’t mean figuratively sick, either—I mean that it is making me physically ill. I wake
Every day I meet professed Christians treating LGBTQ people like garbage and trying to convince me that God is making them. You can always tell when people of faith want
Christians supporting Donald Trump are the most morally confused people I’ve ever met. They are profoundly spiritually disoriented. Though their disorientation began much earlier in the Presidential campaign, as day
America could really use a President right now. I have this thought more often than I care to consider. I have it again today. As the funeral for Senator John
I’m getting sick of bad news. More accurately, I’m getting sick from bad news. I don’t mean figuratively sick, either—I mean that it is making me physically ill. I wake