Maybe the Table Really Isn’t Big Enough
April 6, 2016
Being an optimist is hazardous duty these days. I’ve been a pastor in the local church for the better part of two decades. For most of that time I’ve believed that the
Being an optimist is hazardous duty these days. I’ve been a pastor in the local church for the better part of two decades. For most of that time I’ve believed that the
One of my great joys is serving as honorary pastor for a private Facebook group of over 1,000 moms with LGBTQ children. These amazing women (who refer to themselves as “Mama Bears”)
Yesterday I said something careless to my ten-year old son, Noah. He’d been playing outside with his six year-old sister and she’d gotten hurt. In my knee-jerk response to her sobbing I
I’m really hoping this reaches you. I’m praying that the global social media network does what it often does so very well: connect people who would otherwise not cross paths. So
Being an optimist is hazardous duty these days. I’ve been a pastor in the local church for the better part of two decades. For most of that time I’ve believed that the
One of my great joys is serving as honorary pastor for a private Facebook group of over 1,000 moms with LGBTQ children. These amazing women (who refer to themselves as “Mama Bears”)
Yesterday I said something careless to my ten-year old son, Noah. He’d been playing outside with his six year-old sister and she’d gotten hurt. In my knee-jerk response to her sobbing I
I’m really hoping this reaches you. I’m praying that the global social media network does what it often does so very well: connect people who would otherwise not cross paths. So