
Show Them the Ocean (A Challenge to Christians and to the Church)
Going to the beach is like meeting God. There’s that moment when you make your way down the path that cuts through the dunes. As you walk further, the quiet
Going to the beach is like meeting God. There’s that moment when you make your way down the path that cuts through the dunes. As you walk further, the quiet
I have a fear of sharks. Let me amend that for accuracy: I have a completely irrational fear of sharks. It’s all Steven Spielberg’s fault. After seeing Jaws as a child, I
You can boycott Target if you want to, friend. I’m not going to try and change your mind anymore. I’m not going to argue with you. As for me, I’m
I still think back to an afternoon in downtown Raleigh, when I stood with strangers in protest of North Carolina House Bill Two and of the discrimination it manufactured and nurtured
Going to the beach is like meeting God. There’s that moment when you make your way down the path that cuts through the dunes. As you walk further, the quiet
I have a fear of sharks. Let me amend that for accuracy: I have a completely irrational fear of sharks. It’s all Steven Spielberg’s fault. After seeing Jaws as a child, I
You can boycott Target if you want to, friend. I’m not going to try and change your mind anymore. I’m not going to argue with you. As for me, I’m
I still think back to an afternoon in downtown Raleigh, when I stood with strangers in protest of North Carolina House Bill Two and of the discrimination it manufactured and nurtured